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| By Kym-kym-bo-bym on Friday, January 30, 1998 - 02:48 am: |
this supercool and intelligent friend of mine recommended it. i couldn't put it down. this guy chronicles his ability to stop time. it borders on the risque. and damn well jumps off the edge. and he uses it not to do bad things, but to undress women etc. and he has the power, etc..... it is interesting, made me wonder what i would really do if i could stop time. i recomend it. |
| By Snake in the grass on Friday, January 30, 1998 - 06:51 pm: |
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| By Kymical on Sunday, February 1, 1998 - 01:12 am: |
basically what he would do is undress them...look at them naked. it is about how he does that. he talks of one lady that he sees in his office and he stops time and feels her french braid, and then takes off her skirt....and looks at her in her underwear. then he puts her clothes back on. nothing extreemly preverse. there is only one preverse part but i think i would appreciate some guy who could stop time doing it for me. he brings this woman to an orgasm on the train witha vibrator. but she doesn't know it. she just knows she is having an orgasm, without any stimuli. i think it is a nice thing to do. i mean he could steal money or corrupt data. but all he does it that. and sometimes when he is behind on his work he would use it to catch up. i think it is pretty good hearted use of such a power. k-k-b-b. huh? |
| By Slithers off looking for another victim on Sunday, February 1, 1998 - 09:38 pm: |
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| By R.C. on Sunday, February 1, 1998 - 11:02 pm: |
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| By Jeffrey Scott Holland on Sunday, February 1, 1998 - 11:16 pm: |
Come to think of it, my own novel is probably the product of a sick mind too ;) |
| By Nelly on Sunday, February 1, 1998 - 11:23 pm: |
But as we all know, the experience of reading a book can be quite different from what we imagine it is from others' descriptions... Read it and then see what you think. I'm only saying that because I want somebody else to do it for me. I read Vox. I've already paid my dues, I think... You see I wanted to read the novel (even though I knew it was about phone sex and I had read a review) because I was so impressed with the article he had written for the New Yorker about library catalogs. That article really stirred up the library world in a way it needed to be stirred. And I thought he wrote well. It was a long article, and it got down into the details and made them shine and reveal their poignancy. That's not easy to do with library cataloging, the details of which make most people's eyes glaze over. Well, there was some good writing in Vox too, some shimmering textures of thought, but I have to say I got through it pretty quickly and turned it in well before the due date because I just got an icky feeling about it. The fact there were stains from some kind of liquid on the cloth cover may have added to that. When you read novels written in the first person, you always have to remind yourself that the protagonist isn't necessarily the same as the author (isn't supposed to be, if it's a novel) and that distinction may be important with Baker's stuff. Or it may not be. (Was Ishmael Melville?) |
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aaah! the matrix! |
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jeez, i'm doing it again. |
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Pablo Neruda? |
K.I.S.S.I.N.G first came love now comes marriage soon they're pushing a baby carriage |
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use the David & Donna 90210 vows |
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I have not yet been able to bring myself to consider using kahlil gibran, though maybe we will. I've come across that "kore" poem in my search. but I didn't like it. I mean, I know I don't like anything, but isn't that about persephone, who only got married because basically she was abducted and taken to hell? happy marriage is just not supported in the literary canon. |
Are you looking for something specifically about marriage? |
Their Sex Life One failure on top of another |
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So This was a marriage! She had been summond to behold a revelation." -Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God, 10-11. |
She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So This was a marriage! She had been summond to behold a revelation." -Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God, 10-11. |
I can't find my copy of the Velveteen Rabbit. I know it was around the part that says how you become really real when you are loved. Damn that shit always makes me cry. |
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I found this: Love Song How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things? I would like to shelter it, among remote lost objects, in some dark and silent place that doesn't resonate when your depths resound. Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws one voice out of two seperate strings. Upon what instrument are we two spanned? And what musician holds us in his hand? Oh sweetest song. |
I would like to remind you at this point that this is YOUR wedding. |
I enjoyed readings cyst's posts and for the most part, enjoy hearing about other people's wedding plans...but I got caught in the hell that is the "let me tell you what to do with your wedding so I can rave on about mine" conversation this summer. And I'm not even planning a wedding. |
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I guarantee he will be begging for Rowlf's criticism of the US within 30 minutes. Don't get me wrong. I really like T and his wife, but he's one of those who takes an hour to say what can be said in five minutes. |
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I found the "kore" poem I had read, but it's a different poem, by someone else. robert creeley. I'll skip the start. --- ... It was a lady accompanied by goat men leading her. Her hair held earth. Her eyes eyes were dark. A double flute made her move. "O love, where are you leading me now?" --- I don't know why that poem is in a book of suggested wedding readings. It's not sad in that we're-all-going-to-get-old-and-die Shakespeare sort of way, but in that I'll-tell-you-where-we're-going-we're-going-to-HELL-and-I-mean-for-real sort of way. |