Razors pain you; Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you; And drugs cause a cramp.
Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give;
Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
- Dorothy Parker
jeez, does that sound depressing or does it? Well I have posted two (as per general consensus)
after reading this post, i had the choice "to comment or not".. i decided in favour of commenting, but then i wasn't sure whether to say "hey, nice post" or "this is nonsense!"
finally i chose not to say anything.
PS: btw, my choice was a combo of Tryon Edwards and William James.. :D
Thank you. That was very prompt! :)
And you know, about the poem you quoted above -- I had quite a different reaction to it. It didn't sound depressing to me... instead, I laughed out loud at it. Just look at it... she's mocking herself and her desire to die. Poking fun at suicide. :)
Rainmaker: lol lol, nice comment lol
Aran: your wish is my command and maybe I saw it as depressing because I wasn't in a very light mood myself? but I can sure see your point :-
Hehehe - I loved that poem. Feeling like adding a bit more to it.
Poison could be bitter to taste,
Trains could be too much in haste,
May break the spine on jumping from cliff,
Summing up everything, you might as well live.
Lord, I leave for couple of weeks and come back to see doom and gloom all over the blog, poxy poems infesting a perfectly good blog and now you have dragged hobson into it.
If one does want to die, then I recommend taking an Indian Airlines flight during the monsoon, you may not actually die, but it sure feels like it. If the plane doesn
Laughing out loud at most things but especially at madcap....and rainmaker too.
I loved that little poem and am quite inclined to agree with Aran. That's some funny stuff, alright.
Hope you are feeling better, darling.
T: I didn't know you were a poet lol
madcap: poxy poems? only barbarians are unappreciative of poetry, or illiterate bullcart boys :P but I think I shall forgive you because of your suicide alternative made me laugh, lol, as for imagination, sighs, not everyone is uhmmm well endowed :P
aloque: thank you for asking, I am indeed feeling better, sugarbunny
T: I didn't know you were a poet lol
madcap: poxy poems? only barbarians are unappreciative of poetry, or illiterate bullcart boys :P but I think I shall forgive you because of your suicide alternative made me laugh, lol, as for imagination, sighs, not everyone is uhmmm well endowed :P
aloque: thank you for asking, I am indeed feeling better, sugarbunny
*just quietly wandering and noticing all that is going on here, whistling and giving apparently nonchalant glances out of the corner of my eyes, not missing nothing!*
hmmm, I am not paranoid or anything but I kind of feel I am being *watched*
Lily
Poems are for people who are grammatically challenged. If God had meant mankind to read poems, he wouldn
Mr. Beady eyes,
Let me start with a heartfelt :p to you. And then a :D Now that I have that off my keyboard, I feel much better.
My being a shrink should not be held against me. One very good reason for that is that I am very finicky about my personal space. Another very good reason is that I could not be suitably shrinky when the occassion demanded it. So they stripped the bars off me and let me loose into this world without the infamous shrinkiness attached to my name. Alas! Now I shrink no more.
Now, about your attack on poets. I have just one word for you, and that is - Phbbbt! :)
Aran
I don
Dear B. Eyes,
"Finally, nobody is holding anything or anybody against you, not least the shrink business. Perhaps a hot water bottle at the most."
Sigh. Story of my life. NObody wants to be held against me. Sigh again.
Now coming out of the depression due to the circumstance mentioned above, I will have you know that I am no august personage. Please don't talk about my d-o-b and age here, in public. And not about my corpuscles either. I take my blood seriously. Armpits also, I think, are safely out. Out of the things to discuss I mean.
And you're not my patient (feels good when I say 'my patient') anymore. Because you said I can't hit you with hammers in the name of miraculous cures. It is important to trust your shrink and give her a free reign. But no, you didn't. How do you expect me to work under such conditions? How, I ask? How?
Yours Crankily,
Marshmellow.
ok, so I turn my back a few minutes and Aran and the mad one with a cap turn the comments section of my blog into, into, into, gasps for air and tries to find one word that would describe :
1. an OP where poor poets are dissected and grave harm is being inflicted on those poor sensitive souls
2. a place where blasphemy is uttered, I mean for crying out loud, grammar was NOT invented by God. And excuse me but I am familiar with most mythologies, who ever heard of Lord Comma, or Exclamationmarkesh, or the like, sheesh, forgive them for they know not what they do, sighs heavily
3. a place where size matters, gasps in shock, whoever says it does? I mean shrinking or expanding isn
What a realisation Lil! Well done gal. :P
1. his fault.
2. his fault. *points to b. eyes*
3. I'm innocent. :$
4. HIS FAULT!!!!
5. HIS FAULT TOO!!!*jabs accusatory finger at b. eyes*
(a)
p.s. I kinda like shrinking shrinkette. :D
Dear Shrinking Shrinkette
I most gruesomely apologise for casting aspersions to you about the lack of closely held objects and other assorted life-forms in your personal space. May I suggest that overtures towards the canine kind may be efficacious? If you don
Lily, perhaps the word(s) you were looking for is
Aran
My gob is utterly smacked and my flabber is utterly gasted at this totally inappropriate accusation at this poor put-upon man. I will go and speak to my mother, so there
madcap: yes, thank you ever so much, your command of the english language is amazing, yourimagination is astounding, your verbal abilities rendering me sppechless, your sense of humour tickling my laughter buds. uhmm, blushes, coughs nervously, whispers discreetly and very shyly
*smallest font* would you be interested in an editor position? *smallest font*
awaits the answer with bated breath
