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'Astalk the Trout..'
In crystal streams,
all babbled bright, where gem set currents jink and play; Beneath a blackly velvet night, quicksilver wolves do languid prey: Half shadows ‘neath their liquid skies, all phosphorescent twinks and sparks; They patient scan, with coal black eyes, that firmament in watchful arcs: Where sinuous they dance and glide, each fluid as that rushing flow; All flash and fin to scorn the tide, their rhythmic sambas, to and fro: Assassins each in nature’s dance, all stationed fast in shadowed swifts; Fierce ivoried against the chance, to seize upon *Tamara’s gifts. Their hubris plump and dappled brown, in every haughty, silvered scale; Dares each the river prince’s crown, its sceptre, mace and holy grail: Flailed ocean bold and riptide strong, how dull must these poor currents play; How drear the river’s gentle song, how meagre spreads this stream’s buffet: Pale each the otter, pike and mink, laid ‘gainst the monsters of the deep; Where fate comes slash toothed, in a blink, and death itself dares not to sleep: Thus arrogant they wolven lair, their palates jade the bounteous brine; Until the plumpest, brightest fare, dares tempt these denizens to dine. Oh Salmo Trutta; pompous *Peal, how poor you know the river’s wiles; How fur and feather, silk and steel, each cunning craft the eye beguiles: Or deep within its hackled wing, all velvet bodied whipped noose tight; There lurks unseen an acid sting, a silver barb’ed lethal bite! Know you the nought the lissom wrist, that flicks and loops its silken leash; That soft as down the surface kissed, to tempting lay its dread pastiche: To dance, upon its master’s whim, a tantalising roundelay; And turn and twirl and soar and swim, to lure you join its dread ballet. When boastful beast, in prideful flight, like mercury you flashing strike; All thrash and foam shown moonlit bright, as breach you fierce as any Pike: And in that instant reckless seal, Hell’s bargain, ‘neath a Cornish moon; against your life swift, careless Peal, to cast the reaper’s dice... Too soon. To leap and splash your fierce gavot, as ‘cross that silvered floor you prance; Each step, each forced resentful trot, stings taut the line that bids you dance! To turn your last, and slap and spray, against death’s ballroom’s star shot sky; ‘Til spent and humbled, banked you lay; Served false a fickle, steel tailed fly... © Sullivan the Poet 2010 'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet from the forthcoming collection 'Bronze Bell Jack..' *Cornish Goddess of the rivers and streams *Cornish name for Sea Trout |
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On 2010-08-26 15:57:40 -0400, Sullivan said:
'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet I smell a sock. |
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On 8/26/2010 4:28 PM, D. LaCourse wrote:
On 2010-08-26 15:57:40 -0400, Sullivan said: 'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet I smell a sock. actually, very creative use of language, imagery, and rhyme, imo. i enjoyed reading it. thanks to sullivan, or if a pseudonym, whoever created and posted it. jeff |
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On Aug 26, 1:28*pm, D. LaCourse wrote:
On 2010-08-26 15:57:40 -0400, Sullivan said: 'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet I smell a sock. Sure en begorrah laddie. . . But let bygones be bye gone and move onto the new. Besides its summer and sandals will do. Dave of the Jungle |
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On 2010-08-26 18:03:16 -0400, jeff said:
On 8/26/2010 4:28 PM, D. LaCourse wrote: On 2010-08-26 15:57:40 -0400, Sullivan said: 'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet I smell a sock. actually, very creative use of language, imagery, and rhyme, imo. i enjoyed reading it. thanks to sullivan, or if a pseudonym, whoever created and posted it. jeff Never said otherwise. On a second look, it appears to be legit, and not a sock. Too many socks recently. d;o) Dave |
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On 08/26/2010 12:57 PM, Sullivan wrote:
© Sullivan the Poet 2010 'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet from the forthcoming collection 'Bronze Bell Jack..' *Cornish Goddess of the rivers and streams *Cornish name for Sea Trout Hi Sullivan, Thank you for sharing. Oh man am I going to take a lot of crap for what I am about to write. I really mean no offense. I found the poem difficult to read and even more difficult to try and figure out what you are trying to say. But, I may be alone in this as I really, really do not like poetry to start with, except Cowboy Poetry, which I adore. The poem seems to be well suited to a female audience, better than a male audience. If females are your audience, I think your book will do well. If guys are your audience, I would study Cowboy Poetry and point your writing in that direction. Remember that guy have a short attention span, we are always hungry, we always want to play, we don't speak, and we don't listen to a word you say. Good luck on your book! -T |
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On Aug 26, 7:12*pm, Todd wrote:
On 08/26/2010 12:57 PM, Sullivan wrote: © Sullivan the Poet 2010 'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet from the forthcoming collection 'Bronze Bell Jack..' * *Cornish Goddess of the rivers and streams *Cornish name for Sea Trout Hi Sullivan, Thank you for sharing. Oh man am I going to take a lot of crap for what I am about to write. *I really mean no offense. *I found the poem difficult to read and even more difficult to try and figure out what you are trying to say. *But, I may be alone in this as I really, really do not like poetry to start with, except Cowboy Poetry, which I adore. The poem seems to be well suited to a female audience, better than a male audience. *If females are your audience, I think your book will do well. *If guys are your audience, I would study Cowboy Poetry and point your writing in that direction. Remember that guy have a short attention span, we are always hungry, we always want to play, we don't speak, and we don't listen to a word you say. Good luck on your book! -T You don't know much about women. I suspect you are not one of them. On the other hand, you don't know much about men either. Hm..... g. |
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On 08/26/2010 09:18 PM, Giles wrote:
You don't know much about women. I suspect you are not one of them. Guilty. On the other hand, you don't know much about men either. Hm..... g. I was wondering if I had escaped your scrutiny. I though maybe you were sick or something. Or, maybe you got a chance to go fishing. :-) -T |
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On Aug 27, 12:17*am, Todd wrote:
On 08/26/2010 09:18 PM, Giles wrote: You don't know much about women. *I suspect you are not one of them. Guilty. On the other hand, you don't know much about men either. Hm..... g. I was wondering if I had escaped your scrutiny. The world abounds with more interesting, productive and gratifying things to wonder about. I though maybe you were sick or something. You were right. I've got a cold. Or, maybe you got a chance to go fishing. *:-) Chances to fish are abundant and cheap. But then, so are chances to listen to blue jays hold raucous counsel, to ponder the significance of the early dropping of maple leaves, to consult with meadow voles, to mud-pack chestnut blight cankers, to chat with friends, to savor pickle mustard greens, to photograph native wildflowers, to check on the ripening of hazelnuts and try to determine the best time to pick them in order to ensure ripeness and yet beat the squirrels, to effect repairs on the pond, to stare at the blueness of the sky, to read a good book about botanizing and zoologizing in the British countryside, to linger over the question of whether to have a cup of coffee, a beer, a glass of wine, a bowl of ice cream, some of last night's left- over pizza.....or some combination thereof, to repair runoff damage to the driveway, to mow the paths between the rows of trees, to check up on the butterflies, and a host of other products, passtimes, problems, pet projects and ****ants. In fact, each day presents such an infinitude of chances that one could easily spend all one's time merely cataloguing them.....to the detriment of the chances of accomplishing anything else. That might even be amusing for a while. Ultimately, though, I think it would be stultifying. One would likely end up becoming the kind of person who makes stupid assertions and then tries to cover his ass with further helpings of stupidity. Not my kind of hobby. g. |
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On Aug 26, 4:03*pm, jeff wrote:
actually, very creative use of language, imagery, and rhyme, imo. i enjoyed reading it. thanks to sullivan, or if a pseudonym, whoever created and posted it. Me too. Thanks. Jon. |
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On Thu, 26 Aug 2010 19:50:40 -0400, D. LaCourse wrote:
On 2010-08-26 18:03:16 -0400, jeff said: On 8/26/2010 4:28 PM, D. LaCourse wrote: On 2010-08-26 15:57:40 -0400, Sullivan said: 'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet I smell a sock. actually, very creative use of language, imagery, and rhyme, imo. i enjoyed reading it. thanks to sullivan, or if a pseudonym, whoever created and posted it. jeff Never said otherwise. On a second look, it appears to be legit, and not a sock. Too many socks recently. d;o) Dave Um, "too many socks"....? What with the HAI! Karate (or Brut), rubber britches, an Audi and a Haddaway CD...and oh, yeah - drinks made with Drambuie and sweet vermouth...I figured socks were just a part of your carefully developed bespoke image as Wu Li Dong Louie, Burberry (just MAD for the plaid) Coast Pirate...you know, sort of a cross between Carson Kressley-does-Jack-Sparrow and Flavor Flav, but for the geriatric set... Helps? Oh, I rather think not, R |
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On 08/27/2010 06:21 AM, Giles wrote:
I was wondering if I had escaped your scrutiny. The world abounds with more interesting, productive and gratifying things to wonder about. I though maybe you were sick or something. You were right. I've got a cold. Or, maybe you got a chance to go fishing. :-) Chances to fish are abundant and cheap. Unfortunately, not in my life. I consider my meager time on the river to be a blessing. I was wishing the same blessing on you. But, I can see where you may have taken it otherwise. My apologies. But then, so are chances to listen to blue jays hold raucous counsel, to ponder the significance of the early dropping of maple leaves, to consult with meadow voles, to mud-pack chestnut blight cankers, to chat with friends, to savor pickle mustard greens, to photograph native wildflowers, to check on the ripening of hazelnuts and try to determine the best time to pick them in order to ensure ripeness and yet beat the squirrels, to effect repairs on the pond, to stare at the blueness of the sky, to read a good book about botanizing and zoologizing in the British countryside, to linger over the question of whether to have a cup of coffee, a beer, a glass of wine, a bowl of ice cream, some of last night's left- over pizza.....or some combination thereof, to repair runoff damage to the driveway, to mow the paths between the rows of trees, to check up on the butterflies, and a host of other products, passtimes, problems, pet projects and ****ants. In fact, each day presents such an infinitude of chances that one could easily spend all one's time merely cataloguing them.....to the detriment of the chances of accomplishing anything else. That might even be amusing for a while. Ultimately, though, I think it would be stultifying. One would likely end up becoming the kind of person who makes stupid assertions and then tries to cover his ass with further helpings of stupidity. I do not believe you made me read through that entire letter to find the jewel at the bottom. (I was never one to open the cereal box from the bottom to get to the toy quicker.) I hope you are feeling better. And when you are back up to speed, forget about the blue jays, maple leaves, meadow voles, chestnut cankers, your friends, no scratch that, they are blessing too, mustard greens, wildflowers, hazelnuts, squirrels, the pond, the sky, the British countryside, your coffee, your beer, your wine, ice cream, leftover pizza (a delicacy), your driveway, the lawn, problems, pet projects, ****ants (not me), ducks, rabbits, aardvarks, etc. and go fishing! Fishing is a blessing. And don't forget to write us all about it. -T |
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On Fri, 27 Aug 2010 13:31:39 -0400, D. LaCourse wrote:
On 2010-08-27 12:49:11 -0400, said: On Thu, 26 Aug 2010 19:50:40 -0400, D. LaCourse wrote: On 2010-08-26 18:03:16 -0400, jeff said: On 8/26/2010 4:28 PM, D. LaCourse wrote: On 2010-08-26 15:57:40 -0400, Sullivan said: 'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet I smell a sock. actually, very creative use of language, imagery, and rhyme, imo. i enjoyed reading it. thanks to sullivan, or if a pseudonym, whoever created and posted it. jeff Never said otherwise. On a second look, it appears to be legit, and not a sock. Too many socks recently. d;o) Dave Um, "too many socks"....? What with the HAI! Karate (or Brut), rubber britches, an Audi and a Haddaway CD...and oh, yeah - drinks made with Drambuie and sweet vermouth...I figured socks were just a part of your carefully developed bespoke image as Wu Li Dong Louie, Burberry (just MAD for the plaid) Coast Pirate...you know, sort of a cross between Carson Kressley-does-Jack-Sparrow and Flavor Flav, but for the geriatric set... How do you know about Haddaway, Carson Kressley, and Flavor Flav unless you are fans of them? Ah...so from that, we can assume you are a fan of Obama, homosexual sex, beating your wife AND your dog as well as regular unleaded gasoline, then...and it should be noted for the record that you did not have to "google" stuffing your drawers with a sock, HAI! Karate, Jack Sparrow or swishy foofoo cocktails... I had to google them. Well, I guess there is no huge shame in that....sometimes, an old man just can't control himself, but be careful, that's probably still illegal in some places...and it's a shame about your mind going - I mentioned Haddaway not long ago and you claimed to have, um, "googled" him then, too... Bwaaaahahahaha. Kressley and Haddaway complete my image of you. Grotesque! Flavor Flav? Got a little of that cross breed in ya, Dickie? Yeah, I frequently get asked if I am either dude's twin brother...it's really weird when we meet a couple of folks and one of them asks if I'm Kressley's twin and the other asks if I'm Flav's... Davey (geriatric and proud of it) Sure thing, Wu Li Sok... HTH, R |
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On Fri, 27 Aug 2010 11:41:18 -0700, Todd wrote:
On 08/27/2010 06:21 AM, Giles wrote: I was wondering if I had escaped your scrutiny. The world abounds with more interesting, productive and gratifying things to wonder about. I though maybe you were sick or something. You were right. I've got a cold. Or, maybe you got a chance to go fishing. :-) Chances to fish are abundant and cheap. Unfortunately, not in my life. I consider my meager time on the river to be a blessing. I was wishing the same blessing on you. But, I can see where you may have taken it otherwise. My apologies. But then, so are chances to listen to blue jays hold raucous counsel, to ponder the significance of the early dropping of maple leaves, to consult with meadow voles, to mud-pack chestnut blight cankers, to chat with friends, to savor pickle mustard greens, to photograph native wildflowers, to check on the ripening of hazelnuts and try to determine the best time to pick them in order to ensure ripeness and yet beat the squirrels, to effect repairs on the pond, to stare at the blueness of the sky, to read a good book about botanizing and zoologizing in the British countryside, to linger over the question of whether to have a cup of coffee, a beer, a glass of wine, a bowl of ice cream, some of last night's left- over pizza.....or some combination thereof, to repair runoff damage to the driveway, to mow the paths between the rows of trees, to check up on the butterflies, and a host of other products, passtimes, problems, pet projects and ****ants. In fact, each day presents such an infinitude of chances that one could easily spend all one's time merely cataloguing them.....to the detriment of the chances of accomplishing anything else. That might even be amusing for a while. Ultimately, though, I think it would be stultifying. One would likely end up becoming the kind of person who makes stupid assertions and then tries to cover his ass with further helpings of stupidity. I do not believe you made me read through that entire letter to find the jewel at the bottom. (I was never one to open the cereal box from the bottom to get to the toy quicker.) I hope you are feeling better. And when you are back up to speed, forget about the blue jays, maple leaves, meadow voles, chestnut cankers, your friends, no scratch that, they are blessing too, mustard greens, wildflowers, hazelnuts, squirrels, the pond, the sky, the British countryside, your coffee, your beer, your wine, ice cream, leftover pizza (a delicacy), your driveway, the lawn, problems, pet projects, ****ants (not me), ducks, rabbits, aardvarks, etc. and go fishing! Fishing is a blessing. And don't forget to write us all about it. -T Todd You should know that the person you are trying to argue w or match wits wits with is a flaming, obnoxious and notorious asshole Do not put up with him calling you an idiot and a moron or any other derogatory woerds He is a mean spirited LITTLE man , somewhere in ****ville Wisconsin He has serious mental and physical problems Hhe likes to goad you intt telling hime to **** off. It assuages and serves some sick desires of his. He likes mental & sadly, even physical punishment and pain Don't give in to yhe temptation. Stay above it. Truth be told Giles has has a very small and almost a non-existent penis. I am certain that he has serious sexual problems. It has been rumoured - and there have been claims of bestiality He envies everyone on usenet because his" thing" is not large enough for his physical and mental gtymnastics - strenuous physical and mental masturbation. He cannot stop nor does he want to. Everyone on usenet knows this about Giles aka Wofgang. I am surprised that you aren't aware of his severe limitations So disregard him - you may even pity him but I would souggest f kill filing him. Fortunately I can only read his posts in replies that are mirrored. He will probably come up w an inane, man spirited and a senseless retort becauuse he can't stop himself Me- I don't give a rat's ass what he posts as I cannot read him There are numerous users that have blocked his posts - There is even a usenet group to discuss his problems alt.goat mastiurbation.whogivesaflying **** In truth - It's sad. Beppo and Karl Marx |
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wrote in message ... ..I figured socks were just a part of your carefully developed bespoke image as Wu Li Dong Louie, Burberry (just MAD for the plaid) Coast Pirate...you know, sort of a cross between Carson Kressley-does-Jack-Sparrow and Flavor Flav, whoa, whoa!! You are WAY off. I've met and fished with Dave and your mental imaging software is malfunctioning. Picture a cross between Lou Dobbs and Popeye the Sailor Man, and for Pete's Sake, Burberry would be a sartorial leap forward. The Carson Kressley/Jack Sparrow thought is amusing, but if Louie tried to move like that, he'd be in traction for a month or more. Think Nathan Lane doing John Wayne in Birdcage, with the only thing holding him upright being the sturdy Simms fabric. .....who's there to stand up for ya, Louie! Tom |
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On 2010-08-27 19:03:57 -0400, "Tom Littleton" said:
wrote in message ... .I figured socks were just a part of your carefully developed bespoke image as Wu Li Dong Louie, Burberry (just MAD for the plaid) Coast Pirate...you know, sort of a cross between Carson Kressley-does-Jack-Sparrow and Flavor Flav, whoa, whoa!! You are WAY off. I've met and fished with Dave and your mental imaging software is malfunctioning. Picture a cross between Lou Dobbs and Popeye the Sailor Man, and for Pete's Sake, Burberry would be a sartorial leap forward. The Carson Kressley/Jack Sparrow thought is amusing, but if Louie tried to move like that, he'd be in traction for a month or more. Think Nathan Lane doing John Wayne in Birdcage, with the only thing holding him upright being the sturdy Simms fabric. .....who's there to stand up for ya, Louie! Tom Nathan Lane? Thanks, Tom. d;o) Remind me to throw a #2 10x streamer at your ear when next we fish. d;o) |
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On 08/27/2010 02:49 PM, flebow wrote:
Todd You should know that the person you are trying to argue w or match wits wits with is a flaming, obnoxious and notorious asshole Do not put up with him calling you an idiot and a moron or any other Hi Flebow, I take your point. I would not characterize him the way you did, but instead, I would characterize him as a "cantankerous misanthrope" -- much cleaner and more accurate. (I am sure he will correct me if he finds me inaccurate.) "idiot and a moron" are the least of the things he has called me. Wait until he calls you a child molester for witnessing your religion to him, which I did find very disgusting and I told him so. He has also questioned my intelligence when I made the statement that I thought trout when created by God. I do believe I just let that one slide. But I don't remember. Still, a tiny part of me, and I can not explain why, finds him a just a tiny bit endearing. There is no explanation. I would say it was appreciation for the time he went after a guy who had decided to stock me, but I found him a tiny bit endearing before that. I am really not sparring with him, other than gentle teasing, like trying to get him to call me a "nitwit", when I write back to him. I am really writing out of friendship, although we are not really friends. I am okay with him. And I do take your point. -T |
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On 2010-08-27 21:43:49 -0400, Todd said:
Still, a tiny part of me, and I can not explain why, finds him a just a tiny bit endearing. There is no explanation. I would say it was appreciation for the time he went after a guy who had decided to stock me, but I found him a tiny bit endearing before that. LOL. It's call "stalk", not stock, you nitwit. And I wasn't stalking you. I was having fun with a sock puppet. Dave (and Wolfgang as *always* gone after this "guy." It's fun for both of us.) d;o) |
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On Aug 27, 1:41*pm, Todd wrote:
On 08/27/2010 06:21 AM, Giles wrote: I was wondering if I had escaped your scrutiny. The world abounds with more interesting, productive and gratifying things to wonder about. I though maybe you were sick or something. You were right. *I've got a cold. Or, maybe you got a chance to go fishing. *:-) Chances to fish are abundant and cheap. Unfortunately, not in my life. Prioritize. I consider my meager time on the river to be a blessing. O.k. I was wishing the same blessing on you. Well, you can be taking your blessing and jamming it up your ass sideways. But, I can see where you may have taken it otherwise. Yeah, I can see where that might have happened too. Or maybe not. My apologies. Es macht nichts. But then, so are chances to listen to blue jays hold raucous counsel, to ponder the significance of the early dropping of maple leaves, to consult with meadow voles, to mud-pack chestnut blight cankers, to chat with friends, to savor pickle mustard greens, to photograph native wildflowers, to check on the ripening of hazelnuts and try to determine the best time to pick them in order to ensure ripeness and yet beat the squirrels, to effect repairs on the pond, to stare at the blueness of the sky, to read a good book about botanizing and zoologizing in the British countryside, to linger over the question of whether to have a cup of coffee, a beer, a glass of wine, a bowl of ice cream, some of last night's left- over pizza.....or some combination thereof, to repair runoff damage to the driveway, to mow the paths between the rows of trees, to check up on the butterflies, and a host of other products, passtimes, problems, pet projects and ****ants. In fact, each day presents such an infinitude of chances that one could easily spend all one's time merely cataloguing them.....to the detriment of the chances of accomplishing anything else. *That might even be amusing for a while. *Ultimately, though, I think it would be stultifying. *One would likely end up becoming the kind of person who makes stupid assertions and then tries to cover his ass with further helpings of stupidity. I do not believe you made me read through that entire letter to find the jewel at the bottom. Believe it. Your every thought and action is under my direct control. I'ts been that way forever and will contiue to be for a long, long time. Get used to it. (I was never one to open the cereal box from the bottom to get to the toy quicker.) You missed a golden opportunity.....it also gets you to the cereal quicker. I hope you are feeling better. Every day in every way. And when you are back up to speed, Oh? Is my speed off? I'll work on that. forget about the blue jays, maple leaves, meadow voles, chestnut cankers, your friends, no scratch that, they are blessing too, mustard greens, wildflowers, hazelnuts, squirrels, the pond, the sky, the British countryside, your coffee, your beer, your wine, ice cream, leftover pizza (a delicacy), your driveway, the lawn, problems, pet projects, ****ants (not me), ducks, rabbits, aardvarks, etc. (Yes, most assuredly you) and no, I won't be forgetting about any of those things. and go fishing! Not even on the list of priorities. Fishing is a blessing. Those blessings are getting annoyingly common around here. And don't forget to write us all about it. I'm really not the forgetful type. Hold your breath. -T g. |
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On Aug 27, 4:49*pm, flebow wrote:
On Fri, 27 Aug 2010 11:41:18 -0700, Todd wrote: On 08/27/2010 06:21 AM, Giles wrote: I was wondering if I had escaped your scrutiny. The world abounds with more interesting, productive and gratifying things to wonder about. I though maybe you were sick or something. You were right. *I've got a cold. Or, maybe you got a chance to go fishing. *:-) Chances to fish are abundant and cheap. Unfortunately, not in my life. *I consider my meager time on the river to be a blessing. *I was wishing the same blessing on you. *But, I can see where you may have taken it otherwise. *My apologies. But then, so are chances to listen to blue jays hold raucous counsel, to ponder the significance of the early dropping of maple leaves, to consult with meadow voles, to mud-pack chestnut blight cankers, to chat with friends, to savor pickle mustard greens, to photograph native wildflowers, to check on the ripening of hazelnuts and try to determine the best time to pick them in order to ensure ripeness and yet beat the squirrels, to effect repairs on the pond, to stare at the blueness of the sky, to read a good book about botanizing and zoologizing in the British countryside, to linger over the question of whether to have a cup of coffee, a beer, a glass of wine, a bowl of ice cream, some of last night's left- over pizza.....or some combination thereof, to repair runoff damage to the driveway, to mow the paths between the rows of trees, to check up on the butterflies, and a host of other products, passtimes, problems, pet projects and ****ants. In fact, each day presents such an infinitude of chances that one could easily spend all one's time merely cataloguing them.....to the detriment of the chances of accomplishing anything else. *That might even be amusing for a while. *Ultimately, though, I think it would be stultifying. *One would likely end up becoming the kind of person who makes stupid assertions and then tries to cover his ass with further helpings of stupidity. I do not believe you made me read through that entire letter to find the jewel at the bottom. *(I was never one to open the cereal box from the bottom to get to the toy quicker.) I hope you are feeling better. *And when you are back up to speed, forget about the blue jays, maple leaves, meadow voles, chestnut cankers, your friends, no scratch that, they are blessing too, mustard greens, wildflowers, hazelnuts, squirrels, the pond, the sky, the British countryside, your coffee, your beer, your wine, ice cream, leftover pizza (a delicacy), your driveway, the lawn, problems, pet projects, ****ants (not me), ducks, rabbits, aardvarks, etc. and go fishing! *Fishing is a blessing. *And don't forget to write us all about it. -T Todd You should know *that the person you are trying to argue w or match wits wits with *is a flaming, *obnoxious and notorious asshole Do not put up with him calling you an idiot and a moron or any other derogatory woerds He is a mean spirited LITTLE man , somewhere in ****ville Wisconsin He has serious mental and physical problems Hhe likes to goad you intt telling hime to **** off. It assuages and serves some sick desires of his. He likes *mental & sadly, *even physical punishment and pain Don't give in to yhe temptation. Stay above it. Truth be told Giles has has a very small and almost a non-existent penis. I am certain that he has serious sexual problems. It has been rumoured - and there have been claims of bestiality He envies everyone on usenet because his" thing" is not large enough for his physical and mental gtymnastics - strenuous *physical and mental masturbation. He cannot stop nor does he want to. Everyone on usenet knows this about Giles aka Wofgang. I am surprised that you aren't aware of his severe limitations So disregard him - you may even pity him but I would souggest f kill filing him. Fortunately I can only read his posts in replies that are mirrored. He will probably come up w an inane, man spirited *and a senseless retort becauuse he can't stop himself Me- I don't give a rat's ass what he posts as I cannot read him There are numerous users that have blocked his posts - There is even a usenet *group to discuss his problems alt.goat mastiurbation.whogivesaflying **** In truth - It's sad. Beppo and Karl Marx- Hide quoted text - Imbecile. g. |
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On Aug 27, 8:43*pm, Todd wrote:
Hi Flebow, I take your point. *I would not characterize him the way you did, but instead, I would characterize him as a "cantankerous misanthrope" -- much cleaner and more accurate. *(I am sure he will correct me if he finds me inaccurate.) To be sure. Now, why don't you go ahead and tell us what you think the words "cantankerous" and "misanthrope" mean. Then I'll correct you if you are wrong. "idiot and a moron" are the least of the things he has called me. Value judgment. Highly idiosycratic and impossible to refute with any authority. Wait until he calls you a child molester for witnessing your religion to him, Did I do that? Wow. I had no idea that I am that insightful. which I did find very disgusting and I told him so. Hm..... Was I crushed? He has also questioned my intelligence when I made the statement that I thought trout when created by God. Now, lets be honest here. You don't REALLY believe that's the only time I've "questioned" your intelligence, do you? I mean, that would be kinda dumb, don'tcha think? I do believe I just let that one slide. *But I don't remember. Well, I don't remember either. It's a shame. We might have learned something.....and now it's lost forever. Hm......no, wait a minute! Maybe not forever! We could do it again and see what happens. Whattya think? Still, a tiny part of me, and I can not explain why, finds him a just a tiny bit endearing. *There is no explanation. Actually, there IS an explanation. It's the love that shines through in everything I write. There's just no hiding that light under a bushel. I would say it was appreciation for the time he went after a guy who had decided to stock me, There was good and sufficient reason for that. You just don't strike me as an off the shelf kind of guy. but I found him a tiny bit endearing before that. I love ya man.....but you ain't getting my beer. I am really not sparring with him, Truth. other than gentle teasing, like trying to get him to call me a "nitwit", when I write back to him. I think maybe you'd have better luck trying to get me to call you "Roxanne" or "parabola." Or, maybe not. But, hell, what's it cost to try, ainna? I am really writing out of friendship, That's sweet.....really. although we are not really friends. No, I guess we aren't. Does that seem sad to you? Sometimes it doesn't seem that way to me.....but I just get all in a muddle when we do this. :( I am okay with him. That's two of us, then, Who knows?.....there may be others.* And I do take your point. You should give it back. His hat's gonna blow off. -T g. *the odds? i dunno. |
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On 08/27/2010 08:13 PM, Giles wrote:
There was good and sufficient reason for that. You just don't strike me as an off the shelf kind of guy. You got me there. I really am weirder than hell: I sort of, kind of like you a tiny bit. -T |
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On 08/27/2010 08:13 PM, Giles wrote:
There was good and sufficient reason for that. You just don't strike me as an off the shelf kind of guy. You got me there. I really am weirder than hell: I sort of, kind of like you a tiny bit. -T |
'Astalk the Trout..'
On 08/27/2010 08:13 PM, Giles wrote:
I would characterize him as a "cantankerous misanthrope" -- much cleaner and more accurate. (I am sure he will correct me if he finds me inaccurate.) To be sure. Now, why don't you go ahead and tell us what you think the words "cantankerous" and "misanthrope" mean. Then I'll correct you if you are wrong. http://dictionary.reference.com/brow...tankerous?r=75 –adjective disagreeable to deal with; contentious; peevish: a cantankerous, argumentative man. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/misanthrope –noun a hater of humankind. How did I do? I would say it was appreciation for the time he went after a guy who had decided to stock me, There was good and sufficient reason for that. You just don't strike me as an off the shelf kind of guy. You got me there. I am really, really unique. You might even say a bit weird. The good kind of weird. -T |
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On Aug 27, 10:44*pm, Todd wrote:
On 08/27/2010 08:13 PM, Giles wrote: I would characterize him as a "cantankerous misanthrope" -- much cleaner and more accurate. *(I am sure he will correct me if he finds me inaccurate.) To be sure. *Now, why don't you go ahead and tell us what you think the words "cantankerous" and "misanthrope" mean. *Then I'll correct you if you are wrong. http://dictionary.reference.com/brow...tankerous?r=75 –adjective disagreeable to deal with; contentious; peevish: a cantankerous, argumentative man. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/misanthrope –noun a hater of humankind. How did I do? Absurdly generous to the core, I'll take it as a given that you transcribed what you found in the dictionary more or less faithfully. But that isn't necessarily the same thing as knowing what the words mean, is it? Moreover, even a complete understanding of definition does not in itself imply a correct application. So, how'd you do? About like always. I would say it was appreciation for the time he went after a guy who had decided to stock me, There was good and sufficient reason for that. *You just don't strike me as an off the shelf kind of guy. You got me there. Hm..... Or maybe you don't know what you said and what I said. I am really, really unique. Yes, we all are. It's one of the many things we all have in common.....however shameful the realization may be for some of us. You might even say a bit weird. You might say that. I probably wouldn't. And that strikes to the heart of this conversation (as well as others we've had and, doubtless, more to come). By now you should really have some sort of idea of the sort of thing I might say.....and you evidently don't. The good kind of weird. And what kind would that be? g. |
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On 08/27/2010 08:56 PM, Giles wrote:
The good kind of weird. And what kind would that be? ah, well, hmm, that would be, well, me. Always a pleasure, my almost friend. -T |
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On 2010-08-27 23:31:25 -0400, Todd said:
On 08/27/2010 08:13 PM, Giles wrote: There was good and sufficient reason for that. You just don't strike me as an off the shelf kind of guy. You got me there. I really am weirder than hell: I sort of, kind of like you a tiny bit. -T Ahhhh, ain't it grand? Love at first slight. |
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On Aug 26, 11:03*pm, jeff wrote:
On 8/26/2010 4:28 PM, D. LaCourse wrote: On 2010-08-26 15:57:40 -0400, Sullivan said: 'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet I smell a sock. actually, very creative use of language, imagery, and rhyme, imo. i enjoyed reading it. thanks to sullivan, or if a pseudonym, whoever created and posted it. jeff Thanks Jeff... My boy is fly fishing mad and thought it might be nice to post it here... To those who enjoyed it... Thank you. To those who thought I was a 'sock?' - See http://www.sullivanthepoet.co.uk To those who saw it as an excuse to be rude to each other; you really ought to get out more! Sullivan |
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On 2010-08-29 12:06:45 -0400, Sullivan said:
On Aug 26, 11:03*pm, jeff wrote: On 8/26/2010 4:28 PM, D. LaCourse wrote: On 2010-08-26 15:57:40 -0400, Sullivan said: 'Astalk the Peal..' by Sullivan the Poet I smell a sock. actually, very creative use of language, imagery, and rhyme, imo. i enjoyed reading it. thanks to sullivan, or if a pseudonym, whoever created and posted it. jeff Thanks Jeff... My boy is fly fishing mad and thought it might be nice to post it here... To those who enjoyed it... Thank you. To those who thought I was a 'sock?' - See http://www.sullivanthepoet.co.uk To those who saw it as an excuse to be rude to each other; you really ought to get out more! Sullivan Sorry if I offended, Sullivan. This nut house has been plagued by sock puppets, both past and present. If I offended you for thinking you were just another sock puppet, I sincerely apologize. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sockpuppet_(Internet) As far as being rude to each other - this place is full of that. I for one get out quite often, at least once a week, and fish more than 100 days each year. Some, however, do not fish at all and enjoy the the caustic verbal fisticuffs that abound hereabouts. It comes with the territory. However, there is no better newsgroup for asking questions about the sport of fly fishing. And, believe it or not, most of us are friends who have met and fished together. I too enjoyed your clever use of our language and the imagery it projected. Dave (who obviously detests sock puppets) d;o) |
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