Nothing actually leaves the farm environs. He has the whole thing sussed. Is way ahead of the posse.
No greenwashing - it's all there, self-sufficiency.
Though the jeep does smell a bit like a chip-shop
Before You're Sixty-Four.
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Manna, Manna, Manna - SHIPPING is not an issue - all done and dusted by the man himself on site.
Nothing actually leaves the farm environs. He has the whole thing sussed. Is way ahead of the posse.
No greenwashing - it's all there, self-sufficiency.
Though the jeep does smell a bit like a chip-shop
Nothing actually leaves the farm environs. He has the whole thing sussed. Is way ahead of the posse.
No greenwashing - it's all there, self-sufficiency.
Though the jeep does smell a bit like a chip-shop
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Well, if Bertrand Russell thinks science is what you know, then he was a fool. 
but I give your neighbor my personal "good boy" stamp.
I feel like I've been on the prowl for a good argument lately, and everyone is being so sweet.
(just proving there's always reason to complain.
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but I give your neighbor my personal "good boy" stamp.
I feel like I've been on the prowl for a good argument lately, and everyone is being so sweet.
(just proving there's always reason to complain.
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Ahhh this thread takes so many twists and turns
I think red poppies neighbor's got a good thing going with the who bio-fuel things - grows his own, uses his own - can't get much more local than that.
I have to wonder how well thought out the whole bio-fuel to save the environment thing is though. Rain forests are being torn down to grow the stuff, third world farmers are growing fuel for cars instead of fuel for people and the cost of rice is going through the roof.
The fact is there's a baby someplace with an empty belly, because I want to feel like I'm helping the environment when I fill up my SUV.
I have more thoughts on this but I gotta go - I'm driving over to my corner Starbucks for a nice big coffee then I'm going to hit walmart who are open for my convenience 24 hours.
Cate
Hi back James
I think red poppies neighbor's got a good thing going with the who bio-fuel things - grows his own, uses his own - can't get much more local than that.
I have to wonder how well thought out the whole bio-fuel to save the environment thing is though. Rain forests are being torn down to grow the stuff, third world farmers are growing fuel for cars instead of fuel for people and the cost of rice is going through the roof.
The fact is there's a baby someplace with an empty belly, because I want to feel like I'm helping the environment when I fill up my SUV.
I have more thoughts on this but I gotta go - I'm driving over to my corner Starbucks for a nice big coffee then I'm going to hit walmart who are open for my convenience 24 hours.
Cate
Hi back James
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Well firstly do you need that SUV? I really really doubt it.
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Well, I don't see how else I'm going to get to the corner to get my coffee?
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Get the chauffeur out of bed 
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Hello. My psychologist is also a hypnotherapist. Today he put me in a trance and I did what he called 'automatic writing'. Below is the result of today's session. I have no idea if it's a true story or not.
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Leonard Cohen and Sophia Loren both came into the world within the same 24-hour period. Sophia was born in Rome at 14:10 on Thursday 20 September 1934, while Leonard was born in Montreal (6 hours behind Italy) at 06:45 the following morning - 22 hours and 35 minutes after Sophia. Note how 'Loren' and 'Leonard' are as similar as 'Loren' and 'Cohen'. Anyway, Sophia had a sister called Anna, and she married Benito Mussolini's son, Romano - a jazz musician. Benito was a fascist, but also a man of low moral who deceived his wife and took a string of mistresses to bed - the most noted being a trollop called Clara. One could liken these two creatures to the awful couple featured in Andrew's gangrenous little '64' shocker. Well, one day while the dictator was at a bar, a British pianist asked: "What kind of music would you like me to play?" Benito replied in his pigeon-English: "Jazz, puh-leez!" ("Jazz, please!") The pianist thought he said "Jazz Police" - and this later inspired Leonard to a write a song of the same name. Benito and Clara were thankfully shot and hung upside down like bats from the girders of an Esso petrol station.
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Leonard Cohen and Sophia Loren both came into the world within the same 24-hour period. Sophia was born in Rome at 14:10 on Thursday 20 September 1934, while Leonard was born in Montreal (6 hours behind Italy) at 06:45 the following morning - 22 hours and 35 minutes after Sophia. Note how 'Loren' and 'Leonard' are as similar as 'Loren' and 'Cohen'. Anyway, Sophia had a sister called Anna, and she married Benito Mussolini's son, Romano - a jazz musician. Benito was a fascist, but also a man of low moral who deceived his wife and took a string of mistresses to bed - the most noted being a trollop called Clara. One could liken these two creatures to the awful couple featured in Andrew's gangrenous little '64' shocker. Well, one day while the dictator was at a bar, a British pianist asked: "What kind of music would you like me to play?" Benito replied in his pigeon-English: "Jazz, puh-leez!" ("Jazz, please!") The pianist thought he said "Jazz Police" - and this later inspired Leonard to a write a song of the same name. Benito and Clara were thankfully shot and hung upside down like bats from the girders of an Esso petrol station.
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Your erudite entries are always worth noting, Geoffrey 
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~ Lizzy
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~ Oscar Wilde
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Andrew McGeever
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Dear Geoffrey,
It's been ages and pages since I haven't replied.
Yet "64" gets better.
I will defend that flawed poem
'til the day I die.
Mind you, there's no lack of passion, nor regret......I'm becoming attuned to this situation, about the poem and everything else.
Andrew.
It's been ages and pages since I haven't replied.
Yet "64" gets better.
I will defend that flawed poem
'til the day I die.
Mind you, there's no lack of passion, nor regret......I'm becoming attuned to this situation, about the poem and everything else.
Andrew.
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Andrew wrote:
>Dear Geoffrey, It's been ages and pages since I haven't replied. Yet "64" gets better. I will defend that flawed poem 'til the day I die. Mind you, there's no lack of passion, nor regret. I'm becoming attuned to this situation, about the poem and everything else.
What do you mean 'flawed'? Because I gave it a critique? You projected it onto the wall and I purposely turned the lights on to make it fade. I neither subdued a sneeze nor avoided the scraping of chair-legs on parquet flooring when sitting down to hear your poem. I gave you a banquet, Andrew. There may have been a dried kernel of sweetcorn in the folds of your serviette, or a mouldy grain of basmati rice wedged between the prongs of your fork - but I put food on the table and we have all listened and eaten. The party is now over, however - and the lights I now switch back off. Your poem at first was not particularly memorable, but like the stain of Catherine's wine - it got bigger the more we thought about it. Thank you. Here's Leonard to close the thread.
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With a tiny abrupt movement which she did not command, she knocked over her glass of wine. She stared at the whale-shaped stain, frozen with shame.
"It is nothing," said the Marquis. "It is nothing, child."
Catherine Tekakwitha sat motionless. The Marquis returned to his conversation. It concerned a new military invention which was being developed in France, the bayonet. The stain spread quickly.
"Even the tablecloth is thirsty for this good wine," joked the Marquis. "Don't be frightened, child. There are no punishments for spilling a glass of wine."
Despite the suave activity of several servants the stain continued to discolor larger and larger areas of the tablecloth. Conversation dwindled as the diners directed their attention to its remarkable progress. It now claimed the entire tablecloth. Talk ceased altogether as a silver vase turned purple and the pink flowers it contained succumbed to the same influence. A beautiful lady gave a cry of pain as her fine hand turned purple A total chromatic metamorphosis took place in a matter of minutes. Wails and oaths resounded through the purple hall as faces, clothes, tapestries, and furniture displayed the same deep shade. Beyond the high windows there were islands of snow glinting in the moonlight. The entire company, servants and masters, had directed its gaze outside, as if to find beyond the contaminated hall some reassurance of a multicolored universe. Before their eyes these drifts of spring snow darkened into shades of spilled wine, and the moon itself absorbed the imperial hue.
[Beautiful Losers: 1:42]
>Dear Geoffrey, It's been ages and pages since I haven't replied. Yet "64" gets better. I will defend that flawed poem 'til the day I die. Mind you, there's no lack of passion, nor regret. I'm becoming attuned to this situation, about the poem and everything else.
What do you mean 'flawed'? Because I gave it a critique? You projected it onto the wall and I purposely turned the lights on to make it fade. I neither subdued a sneeze nor avoided the scraping of chair-legs on parquet flooring when sitting down to hear your poem. I gave you a banquet, Andrew. There may have been a dried kernel of sweetcorn in the folds of your serviette, or a mouldy grain of basmati rice wedged between the prongs of your fork - but I put food on the table and we have all listened and eaten. The party is now over, however - and the lights I now switch back off. Your poem at first was not particularly memorable, but like the stain of Catherine's wine - it got bigger the more we thought about it. Thank you. Here's Leonard to close the thread.
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With a tiny abrupt movement which she did not command, she knocked over her glass of wine. She stared at the whale-shaped stain, frozen with shame.
"It is nothing," said the Marquis. "It is nothing, child."
Catherine Tekakwitha sat motionless. The Marquis returned to his conversation. It concerned a new military invention which was being developed in France, the bayonet. The stain spread quickly.
"Even the tablecloth is thirsty for this good wine," joked the Marquis. "Don't be frightened, child. There are no punishments for spilling a glass of wine."
Despite the suave activity of several servants the stain continued to discolor larger and larger areas of the tablecloth. Conversation dwindled as the diners directed their attention to its remarkable progress. It now claimed the entire tablecloth. Talk ceased altogether as a silver vase turned purple and the pink flowers it contained succumbed to the same influence. A beautiful lady gave a cry of pain as her fine hand turned purple A total chromatic metamorphosis took place in a matter of minutes. Wails and oaths resounded through the purple hall as faces, clothes, tapestries, and furniture displayed the same deep shade. Beyond the high windows there were islands of snow glinting in the moonlight. The entire company, servants and masters, had directed its gaze outside, as if to find beyond the contaminated hall some reassurance of a multicolored universe. Before their eyes these drifts of spring snow darkened into shades of spilled wine, and the moon itself absorbed the imperial hue.
[Beautiful Losers: 1:42]
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annie blue
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Re: Before You're Sixty-Four.
With apologies to McArtney & Lennon: (and Andrew)
When I get older, losing my hair
Not too long from now
Will you still be criticising Andrew's verse?
Yes you will and you'll be as terse.
Whether you're Geoffrey, Sideways or Will,
Or someone else instead. (ouch!)
You'l never leave us,
You'll never grieve us,
And you can't end this thread.........
tiddly pom
When I get older, losing my hair
Not too long from now
Will you still be criticising Andrew's verse?
Yes you will and you'll be as terse.
Whether you're Geoffrey, Sideways or Will,
Or someone else instead. (ouch!)
You'l never leave us,
You'll never grieve us,
And you can't end this thread.........
tiddly pom
I never answer, since it isn't you.
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annie blue wrote:
>With apologies to McCartney & Lennon: (and Andrew)
>
>When I get older, losing my hair
>Not too long from now
>Will you still be criticising Andrew's verse?
>Yes you will and you'll be as terse.
>Whether you're Geoffrey, Sideways or Will,
>Or someone else instead. (ouch!)
>You'll never leave us,
>You'll never grieve us,
>And you can't end this thread.........
I am tempted to conclude: "And it's all over now, Annie Blue." Thank you for a very creative and much appreciated epilogue to this Rasputin-like thread. It died for over a year, you know. My personal life went through a year-long winter and I disappeared, which may have had something to do with that. However, I managed to climb out of the trench and get back into combat - and hiding inside Andrew's poem there proved to be a phoenix. The simplicity of this single thread, with its swerving into unrelated discussions, actually has the potential to become a web-based substitute for the currently limping (but uncensored) usernet newsgroup alt.music.leonard-cohen.
>With apologies to McCartney & Lennon: (and Andrew)
>
>When I get older, losing my hair
>Not too long from now
>Will you still be criticising Andrew's verse?
>Yes you will and you'll be as terse.
>Whether you're Geoffrey, Sideways or Will,
>Or someone else instead. (ouch!)
>You'll never leave us,
>You'll never grieve us,
>And you can't end this thread.........
I am tempted to conclude: "And it's all over now, Annie Blue." Thank you for a very creative and much appreciated epilogue to this Rasputin-like thread. It died for over a year, you know. My personal life went through a year-long winter and I disappeared, which may have had something to do with that. However, I managed to climb out of the trench and get back into combat - and hiding inside Andrew's poem there proved to be a phoenix. The simplicity of this single thread, with its swerving into unrelated discussions, actually has the potential to become a web-based substitute for the currently limping (but uncensored) usernet newsgroup alt.music.leonard-cohen.
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Haha... Annie Blue. I sang along to it and everything, wondering "Is this going to hold together or is she going to go off course with a syllable or two?" A great sing-a-long it was, too; and you didn't.
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Andrew McGeever
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Dear Geoffrey,
I'm glad you have climbed out of the trench, yet I remain bemused as to why you used "64" as a ladder for recovery.
Your fanatical "criticisms" didn't make my poem "flawed": there's nothing I've written which is perfect. What matters is, "does the poem work?" In this respect, I have been surprised by responses to my scribblings from readers/ audiences/ poets/ critics ( real life, as opposed to cyberspace communications). If the material works, the audience will let me know.
Right now I'm working on a poem which revolves around a seven day clock....no possibility of sexual references for this one, I promise you.
Andrew.
I'm glad you have climbed out of the trench, yet I remain bemused as to why you used "64" as a ladder for recovery.
Your fanatical "criticisms" didn't make my poem "flawed": there's nothing I've written which is perfect. What matters is, "does the poem work?" In this respect, I have been surprised by responses to my scribblings from readers/ audiences/ poets/ critics ( real life, as opposed to cyberspace communications). If the material works, the audience will let me know.
Right now I'm working on a poem which revolves around a seven day clock....no possibility of sexual references for this one, I promise you.
Andrew.
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