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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 15, 2011 0:52:42 GMT -5
Just saw this - Scroll Down, Gail! - and am reminded of that 70s movie. [glow=red,2,300]The Hellstrom Chronicle.[/glow] www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R8UN9zGD04The intro us about 9 mins long, so you might start at about 4 mins in and begin to feel the threat. Then go to Part 2 www.youtube.com/watch?v=qENsC3LrW6E&feature=relatedIf you have the stomach for it you can go on to more and more parts till you descend into madness. Rod Serling couldn't have done better. Superb productions Gail! I will pass these on to my aspiring videographer niece and nephews
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 15, 2011 0:54:43 GMT -5
I hate it when I post something then the next post starts a new page.
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Post by Nomad-wino on Jul 15, 2011 1:04:03 GMT -5
roges, I don't know how you do it, you always inspire me! Thanks.
Sukiyaki Summer
A hot humid day In the good old J.A.P. of A.N. The sun beats down on us That's me and my friend
Cold beer and sake Cold noodles and sushi Cooling our selves with fans And the breeze off the salt sea
Cotton shirt wet to touch Straw hat and sun glasses The view at the beach Oh those bikini glad ...
Evening sun still high Like a ball of blood red fire Casting sundial like shadows The cold beer gets us higher
Into the night on to tomorrow As samisen clashes with guitar Lyrical songs and happy laughter Are coming from a nearby beach bar
Sukiyaki feels sad and lonely But not us tonight Holding hands, a girl from Yokohama Summer is always alright
Arigato, Mike
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 15, 2011 2:11:55 GMT -5
More than happy to oblige my friend and pleasant literary visual but... when I paste samisen and Sukiyaki into my translator I get samisen and Sukiyaki. Whats up with that? Sake, Sushi, Yokohama, Bikini and Arigato are all a given.
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 15, 2011 2:18:10 GMT -5
New Oxford knows: sukiyaki |sʊkiˈjɑki| noun a Japanese dish of sliced meat, esp. beef, fried rapidly with vegetables and sauce.
Samisen |ˈsæməˌsɛn| (also shamisen ) noun a traditional Japanese three-stringed lute with a square body, played with a large plectrum. ORIGIN early 17th cent.: Japanese, from Chinese san-hsien, from san ‘three’ + hsien ‘string.’
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Post by Nomad-wino on Jul 15, 2011 4:39:24 GMT -5
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Post by Nomad-wino on Jul 15, 2011 6:32:55 GMT -5
Love Hawaiian Style
When the bottle's empty and the food is gone We're all alone
When our mother dies and our father cries We're all alone
When the sun doesn't rise The sails lay slack We never see daylight And the tide holds back
We're all alone
Through it all Friends hold each other When imagination gets winded We stand together No matter what they say
We're not alone We all sail back to home Aloha
Mike
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Post by gailkate on Jul 15, 2011 9:07:44 GMT -5
Alone in the core of my Apple I am comforted by
Friends who write poetry.
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 15, 2011 10:53:03 GMT -5
gail? is this renewed inspiration or a new appellation?
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Post by gailkate on Jul 15, 2011 14:05:57 GMT -5
![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) Oh, Rog, you droll thing, you.
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 15, 2011 14:40:25 GMT -5
It takes one to recognize one. Heh heh
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Post by BoatBabe on Jul 16, 2011 13:25:02 GMT -5
Just saw this - Scroll Down, Gail! - and am reminded of that 70s movie. [glow=red,2,300]The Hellstrom Chronicle.[/glow] www.youtube.com/watch?v=7R8UN9zGD04The intro us about 9 mins long, so you might start at about 4 mins in and begin to feel the threat. Then go to Part 2 www.youtube.com/watch?v=qENsC3LrW6E&feature=relatedIf you have the stomach for it you can go on to more and more parts till you descend into madness. Rod Serling couldn't have done better. Oh! My! Gawd! I have to watch all the other parts. It's riveting and . . . So Soap Opera-esque, and Twilight Zone scary and . . . stuff.
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 17, 2011 0:42:16 GMT -5
STILL unfinished
A mid summer morning in the U.S. of A Late in life? A life half done? Who can say for certain, at sixty these days With such a seemingly infinite bounty to sustain us Sweet many flavored ice cream any day of summer Fresh ripe tomatoes and spinach any day of winter Yet we walk a tight rope between desire and disaster Too many diverse minds experienced and, not so Piloting the chemical rockets of our trans-posession Rapt in their ego-nomic interiors we are… Distracted by the immediate necessities of society “I’ll have to call you back, I never talk while I’m driving” Says Mom as she makes a left turn into the path of an oncoming auto Missing by microseconds a tragedy inconceivable; Yet somehow offended by the blatant blare of a horn And the multi voiced admonition from behind her “Mom! Watch where you’re going.”
A mid summer morning in the U.S. of A The sun streams down through a canopy of trees Striated, colorful like the face of the Mandrill— A distant relative? — perhaps — The puzzle too multifaceted; The history too interrupted by race and religion The evolution too complex for its nexus to be fixed Yet we muscle on in the footsteps of Hannibal Elephantine machinery making us seem indestructible The harvest of the last virgin continent on Earth And the luck of 73º of separation from the destruction Wrought by the hundred years war of our ancestors Having made us as wealthy and powerful and as... amoral As the Roman Republic before the final sacking of Carthage “We will spare you destruction if you destroy the source of your power” Said the Republican Senate, when Carthage had regained economic strength That done they sent Scipio Aemilianus to sack the city anyway If Sadaam had been a better scholar of history... It would have done him no good
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Post by BoatBabe on Jul 17, 2011 10:55:17 GMT -5
I. LOVE. your. poem. roges.
An inspiration, indeed.
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Post by BoatBabe on Jul 17, 2011 11:08:58 GMT -5
Mike, I always adore your poetry. Thank You! I don't know how to spell the Japanese that Thom speaks, but I recognize it when you say it.
Gail, did you get the hug?!? Are you out of the Core of Despair yet?
I'm stealing your Hellstrom Chronicle as well.
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Post by gailkate on Jul 17, 2011 23:39:23 GMT -5
I missed a hug? I hate when that happens. Yes, I'm gnawing my way out of the Core of Despair. It seems I'm a couple of iterations behind on PC software, so I'm - uh, lessee, how to continue the metaphor? - spitting out seeds but not actually choking. But I'm still too stupid and sluggish to compare the 2 versions of rog's poem. Also I'm a bit befuddled by "Piloting the chemical rockets of our trans-posession/Rapt in their ego-nomic interiors." Fortunately there's a lot to like that even my tired brain can grasp.
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Post by BoatBabe on Jul 18, 2011 19:16:37 GMT -5
You need to befriend a kid who is 12-16 years old, gk! They are the best computer wizards in the world.
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 18, 2011 20:48:21 GMT -5
Sorry I can't explain what ties the verses together because that is the intent of still unfinished. Am I being cryptic? As cryptic as our dreams by mid morning; as cryptic as the day is long.
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 18, 2011 20:54:21 GMT -5
You need to befriend a kid who is 12-16 years old, gk! They are the best computer wizards in the world. Hmm, I think 12 to 16 are the Ipod, smartphone and TV remote programing years, you better befriend someone 16-22. SIDEBAR: Oh god is it time for a new operating system already? My dictionary doesn't recognize Ipod or Smartphone.
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Post by BoatBabe on Jul 18, 2011 23:01:25 GMT -5
You need to befriend a kid who is 12-16 years old, gk! They are the best computer wizards in the world. Hmm, I think 12 to 16 are the Ipod, smartphone and TV remote programing years, you better befriend someone 16-22. SIDEBAR: Oh god is it time for a new operating system already? My dictionary doesn't recognize Ipod or Smartphone. And yet it recognized "programing?" ;D Don't you just add stuff it doesn't recognize so that it does? You may be right on the ages of kids now. Those were the ages of OUR kids when they were WAY smarter than us, even on the computer. That was a while ago.
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Post by rogesgallery on Jul 18, 2011 23:55:09 GMT -5
Hmm, I think 12 to 16 are the Ipod, smartphone and TV remote programing years, you better befriend someone 16-22. SIDEBAR: Oh god is it time for a new operating system already? My dictionary doesn't recognize Ipod or Smartphone. And yet it recognized "programing?" ;D Don't you just add stuff it doesn't recognize so that it does? You may be right on the ages of kids now. Those were the ages of OUR kids when they were WAY smarter than us, even on the computer. That was a while ago. I can but then how would I know when it is time for an update and wouldn't that be a corruption of the New Oxford American Dictionary? Isn't that sacrilegious? Or at least illegal, like tearing the do not remove tag off the sofa cushion? ![;)](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/wink.png) Bakatcha
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Post by Nomad-wino on Sept 20, 2011 6:19:58 GMT -5
Naturally
Death comes to us naturally A friend a mother a father I see The dance of life is dancing now Over the moon is a flying cow And when you stop to think Is when you take a drink Of life
Seeing all the family say goodbye One by one aunts an uncles die Memorials and cut flowers An urn of ashes with a lesson to learn And, what do we take from this Selfish habits and useless tricks Of life
A glass of whiskey a glass of wine A glass of beer spilled in sweet time That people remembered in better days No need to cry, just hold a hand Funerals are part of the never ending plan For those that have lost loved ones Naturally thinking of the, Next one
Mike
PS, sorry if it seems to dark, just writing what's passing through my mind.
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Post by joew on Sept 20, 2011 8:27:43 GMT -5
Strangely(?), it doesn't seem dark to me. Maybe that's because the lines about taking a drink of life as how one deals with the awareness of death lightens it. And of course it all plays out for me against the background of my belief that death isn't the end of our existence, just "bye for now."
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Post by Nomad-wino on Sept 20, 2011 17:15:50 GMT -5
That's right, Joe, the party's not over its just moved to another place. ![:D](//storage.proboards.com/forum/images/smiley/grin.png) Mike
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Post by doctork on Sept 20, 2011 20:23:04 GMT -5
we don't worry about "dark" or "light" anyway Mike, we just worry about you!
If you're OK, we're OK.
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Post by BoatBabe on Sept 20, 2011 22:11:15 GMT -5
Beautiful, Mike.
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Post by jspnrvr on Sept 21, 2011 5:20:25 GMT -5
I wouldn't say "dark", Mike. Remembrance is the last gift we receive from those who have gone ahead, a reminder we're all moving a little closer to the headed of the line, we just don't know where it is! Hug 'em while we got 'em, toast them when they're gone. Hopefully we learn to live our own lives so others will do the same for us. We're all just penciled in.
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Post by Nomad-wino on Sept 21, 2011 20:18:12 GMT -5
Joe, Doc, Babe, Jay,
Thank you for the kind remarks and thoughtful comments.
Best regards, Mike
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Post by rogesgallery on Oct 26, 2011 1:19:14 GMT -5
Inspired by: Jane’s Cat — A Short Life Lived Loved
If there were no… expectation of longevity Would humans be so pleasant As… a pet cat let’s say That would make interesting treetop debate For Robins… in migration Can you imagine… your father let’s say Rubbing his whiskered cheek condescendingly On the ankle of a superior predator For the immediate satisfaction Of a tiny tender morsel — After all… what, but a predatory species, Would wish to tinker with the natural evolution Of another manifestly independent species; Digression… it’s hard to resist when You choose to judge the dominant species Whose suit of flesh you wear
If there were no… expectation of longevity Would man be as appeasing As… a Labrador let’s say That would make interesting treetop debate For the squirrels… in the backyard Can you imagine… your mother let’s say Chasing tennis balls through muddy shallows On the obscure chance of glee From a superior predator’s offspring, Without within regard for comfort — After all… what, but a predator, Will a predator spring off When the predator father’s first thought was “You will be better than your peers” — Digression… it’s hard to resist when You choose to think well of the suit you wear But it’s image, mirrored, is tattered.
If there were no… expectation of longevity Would we lose our deadly ambition For a predator friendly world?
I am... In contact with Lilly she says she will miss your morning talks but there are too many dogs in this world. She'll be waiting at 100801659 CatHeaven Lane apt 3. (By the way, you weren't my first, but you were the best) Roges
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Post by BoatBabe on Oct 29, 2011 13:19:22 GMT -5
Fabulous, roges!
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