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Hope to meet up with you all again sometime.
http://www.bartleby.com/198/1.html
LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question….
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?â€
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time
To wonder, “Do I dare?†and, “Do I dare?â€
Time to turn back and descend the stair,
With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—
(They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!â€)
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin—
(They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!â€)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
And how should I presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them all—
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin?
. . . . . . . .
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?…
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
. . . . . . . .
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep … tired … or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you allâ€â€”
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.â€
And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.â€
. . . . . . . .
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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Eh, it was no Afio.
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Regardless of what you have to say
This thread is very  .
I expect that it will stay that way.
I'll check back at the end of day.
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TLDR
Here is one more Outpost worthy:
Conservatards are Red
Libtards are Blue
The Outpost's demise
Was secretly plotted by Jews
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Using the mirror of ridicule to force conservatives to
confront their own stupidity.
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AzureTyger posted:
TLDR
Here is one more Outpost worthy:
Conservatards are Red
Libtards are Blue
The Outpost's demise
Was secretly plotted by Jews
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Illmyrin-Loved that song till Bobby Mcfarren shot himself in the head.
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AzureTyger posted:
TLDR
Here is one more Outpost worthy:
Conservatards are Red
Libtards are Blue
The Outpost's demise
Was secretly plotted by Jews
You had to be lazy and copy and paste a poem, Poet, instead of just writing your own like AT took the time to do?
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B_Shinkicker posted:
You had to be lazy and copy and paste a poem, Poet, instead of just writing your own like AT took the time to do?
That's Union work ethic, for ya...
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AzureTyger posted:
TLDR
Here is one more Outpost worthy:
Conservatards are Red
Libtards are Blue
The Outpost's demise
Was secretly plotted by Jews
I'd have thought poet would have been the one to write a poem
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AzureTyger posted:
Conservatards are Red
Libtards are Blue
The Outpost's demise
Was secretly plotted by Jews
I wept tears of bliss.
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A typical day at the outpost, in haiku form:
Racist noobs gather
You're a tard! No you're a tard!
And ends with a ban.
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Boobs!!
What were we talking about?
and soon the dark night forever.
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they stand in the state of division and separation which by their own motion, they have made for themselves"
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I was trying to speak from the heart....
I guess that was a mistake. I resisted for 10 years. I guess I was wrong again.
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Your poem is good Poet but it has one problem. It has too many werds
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__Bonk__ posted:
Your poem is good Poet but it has one problem. It has too many werds
thats ts eliot
tho I have a book coming out in spring 2014.
**if I could ever write such a poem I would promptly kill myself as its the pinnacle of the human experience.
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Wow no wonder it was so good. For some reason many sci fi authors like William Butler Yeats
The Second Coming
by W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
The Outpost is like a rough beast 
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tldr
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paulg_68 posted:
tldr
Yep that's the response from 10 years. Oh well
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AzureTyger posted:
TLDR
Here is one more Outpost worthy:
Conservatards are Red
Libtards are Blue
The Outpost's demise
Was secretly plotted by Jews
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Here mi! Let me hear nah u say u can bAaaad me up.
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tl:dr
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AzureTyger posted:
TLDR
Here is one more Outpost worthy:
Conservatards are Red
Libtards are Blue
The Outpost's demise
Was secretly plotted by Jews
that's pretty much the entire Outpost boiled down to four eloquent lines.
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I keep my eyes fixed on the sun!
A change in feeling is a change in destiny.
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