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Artemis
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 6:59 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

I once knew (in every sense) a woman. The last time we met was 17 years ago. It took most of those years for her to disappear from my conscious mind, but she comes back to haunt me in my dreams. Such a dream leaves me feeling like a cross between roadkill and a shooting star on an anchor chain for days.

I have a fondness for the TV show "Northern Exposure". I've seen every episode a dozen times. A visit to the little town in Washington where it was staged, after the show was defunct, left me feeling like I had arrived at 8 pm for a parade that went by at six.

A couple of nights ago, the Sandman, in a perversely evil twist, visited a dream upon me in which that TV show was resurrected and that woman was tapped to star in it. And to paraphrase Mr. Rabid, "then I woke up".

The point?

Marc, nostalgia will KILL you if you let it. Let it go. Look forward, not back.
Larsbogart
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 6:01 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Quote:
"TOWERS OPEN FIRE!"
Did you ever see the 10 minute movie "Towers open fire" by William Burroughs marc? Its not just a Patti Smith rock and roll quote.
Head_Prosthesis
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 3:43 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

MARC OH MARC!!!

You need another imaginary trip to Headly Land? Another prayer on the road to nowhere? A sonnet for your bonnette?

You need some tears for your rear?
Come over here, my Dear...
Artemis
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 3:43 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

And the fact this board is fucked up, technically speaking, as it always seems to be - I get an insulting message that tells me I can't edit my own post. Reason enough to clear out, right there.
Head_Prosthesis
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 3:39 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

I don't mind sleeping with pigs. When you cast your pearls to swine, an angel gets his wenis.

There's a rumble in the bunghole, let it out, let it out...
Artemis
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 3:38 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Marc, coming from you, those words are high praise indeed.

There a number of reasons I made myself scarce. We can talk about them privately, if you like.

The quality of words here ebbs and flows; it was always that way.

This very day, in another thread, Mr. Rabid made a werewolf post that's the single best thing I've ever read here. The guy scares me; I don't know if he realizes how beautiful he is. It's even scarier if he actually HAD that dream!

As for my friend Head P., he don't need no stinking shock treatments; he IS the shock treatment. With apologies to Lao Ze, Head's "net casts wide - the mesh is coarse, but nothing slips through". Although that story of his about the porno books and the cabin had a little too much of the "Evil Dead" for polite company. I expect titties are snaking out of the ground up there and snaring unwary Boy Scouts around the ankles ...

Seriously, if you want to talk about it, ask Kallisti for directions to my cabin in the woods. But I've shot my wad here; I've got other fish to fry.
Head_Prosthesis
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 3:36 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

oooh oohhh SHOCK TREATMENT!!!

GOT ME JUMPIN' LIKE A REAL LIVEWIRE...
Marccampbell
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 3:18 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

blue,

that cocaine and 16 year old girl riff, where's that from?
Gettingsane
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 3:14 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

WEVE ALREADY GOT ONE
-MONTY PYTHON
Marccampbell
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:52 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

TOWERS OPEN FIRE!

william burroughs
Gettingsane
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:45 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

AND IF THERE IS STILL ONE HELLISH, TRULY ACCURSED THING IN OUR TIME, THAT IS OUR ARTYISTIC DALLYING WITH FORMS, INSTEAD OF BEING LIKE VICTIMS BURNT AT THE STAKE SIGNALING THRU THE FLAMES
-ARTAUD
Blue
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:40 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

And then there's always:

You say that money can't buy love in this world
it'll get you a half pound of cocaine and a sixteen year old girl
great big long limousine on a hot September night
now, that may not be love but it's all right

Perhaps things are a tad too serious here at the Forum. Eh hem. I'm just saying. Marc, bring it on! I agree, from the lurker standpoint as well, things are a bit flat in this soda. Let's go -- Love, Sex, Hate, Money, Power, Art, Passion. Pick your topic. Lead the way.
Marccampbell
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:39 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

turd in the punchbowl
Marccampbell
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:38 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

gettingsane,

artaud? okay. now you're talking. how the fuck can you read artaud and still listen to Dave Matthews? what am I missing? artaud was a provocateur, the trud in a punch bowl. Matthews
is rock and roll valium.
Gettingsane
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:35 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

TO BREAK THRU LANGUAGE IN ORDER TO TOUCH LIFE IS TO CREATE OR RECREATE THE THEATRE; THE ESSENTIAL THING IS NOT TO BELIEVE THAT THIS ACT MUST REMAIN SACRED,I.E., SET APART- THE ESSENTIAL THING IS TO BELIEVE THAT NOT JUST ANYONE CAN CREATE IT, AND THAT THERE MUST BE A PREPARATION
-ARTAUD
Marccampbell
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:33 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

head,

I'm surprised that you don't find any of this funny.

I beg of you, stop the shock treatments!
Head_Prosthesis
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:30 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

where is Marcs sense of humor?


I have a resurection for you.
Gettingsane
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:28 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

CATALOG OF HORRORS
DESCRIPTIONS OF NATURAL DISATER
LISTS OF MIRACLES IN THE DIVINE CORRIDOR
CATALOG OF FISH IN THE DIVINE CANAL
CATALOG OF OBJECTS IN THE ROOM
LIST OF THINGS IN THE SACRED RIVER
-MORRISON
Marccampbell
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:27 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

gettingsane is a perfect example of a pothead who thinks he's found a new high in absinthe. he comes into the forum with his hippie bullshit
assuming we'll be impressed. hey gettinginsane, been there done that. I know you're young, from Baltimore, and don't know no better, but hey kid,
come in, look around, learn something, and then post your Hallmark greeting card lyrics from that brainaddled Matthews dude. Matthews is the Rod McKuen for the bong set. You won't get that reference, but trust me, its right on.
Marccampbell
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:20 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

gettingsane,

may I direct your attention to:
Trail Of The Dead, Leonard Cohen, Andrew W.K.,
Dead Can Dance, p.j. harvey, Nick Cave, White Stripes, The Strokes, Patti Smith, Moldy Peaches,
Johnny Dowd, Lucinda Williams, The Fugs, Bob Dylan...

rock and roll doesn't ponticate, it obliterates.
Gettingsane
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:14 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

THINGS WILL GET BETTER
Marccampbell
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 2:03 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

gettingsane,

thankyou for helping me make my point.

now take that mealymouthed Dave Matthews crap and shove it up your ass.
Gettingsane
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 1:56 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

-DAVE MATTHEWS
Gettingsane
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 1:55 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

Hey my friend
It seems your eyes are troubled
Care to share your times with me
Would you say you're feeling low and so
A good idea would be to get it off your mind

See, you and me
Have a better time than most can dream
Have it better than the best
And so can pull on through
Whatever tears at us
Whatever holds us down
And if nothing can be done
We'll make the best of what's around

Turns out not where but who you're with
That really matters
And hurts not much when you're around

If you hold on tight
To what you think is your thing
You may find you're missing all the rest
She run up into the light surprised
Her arms are open
Her mind's eye is

Seeing things from a
Clearer side than most can dream
On a better road I feel
So you could say she's safe
Whatever tears at her
Whatever holds her down
And if nothing can be done
She'll make the best of what's around
Marccampbell
Posted on Thursday, April 4, 2002 - 1:44 am:   Edit PostPrint Post

where are:

absintheur, nephilim, artemis, absinthedrinker,
anatomist...?

where are the heavyweights?

yes, there are still a few lurking here and there,
posting occasionally. you know who you are.

but most of you have given up. tired of the low level of discourse in this once thriving community.

the absinthe forum has been highjacked by
halfwits.

even the once mighty head, hobgoblin and rimbaud have chosen to go the way of all flesh. they are coupling with the inbreeds and lost souls who've invaded this forum like the zombies from Dawn Of The Dead.

where are the rock and rollers, poets and madmen?
where are the wordslingers who moved thru the forum with the slick and smooth moves of Clint Eastwood in a Sergio Leone western.

the absinthe forum has turned into a Dantean mutation of Mr Roger's neighborhood.

listen kids, take your pong, your hate lists, twinkie shit, absinthe pills and teenybopper circle jerks to another forum. you're boring, irrelevant and pathetic.

Don, ted, artemis, nephilim, anatomist and the rest,
its time to resurrect this place. come on in and talk the talk, walk the walk, and direct these
slackjawed mouthbreathers, reeking of cheese doodles and anise , toward the light, the green redemptive light of the Green Fairy.



Marc

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