Hikori
Catastrophic Captain
Man of Mystery
Posts: 54
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Post by Hikori on Jun 17, 2005 20:24:32 GMT -5
im always off and on these forums. my vote is for amber to stay, sorry pj
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Post by BSam on Jun 17, 2005 20:34:52 GMT -5
Yeah, I know what you mean. In that case, if they do not vote in the next 24 hours, BSam's vote is final, and Amber will be through to the next round. so basically, i'm DAH MAN! (or would have been if hik didn't vote) |
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Post by PJ on Jun 18, 2005 1:29:53 GMT -5
Well, toodle-ooh then, I was rather surprised I made it so far....oh well.
Cya.
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Post by Ennui on Jun 18, 2005 12:41:48 GMT -5
So long, PJ. You crafted lots of enjoyable ditties. Now you have more time to write Net-Wars!
Now, ahem, instructions for next round, Dupin? I'm raring to go...
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Post by PJ on Jun 18, 2005 19:25:13 GMT -5
So long, PJ. You crafted lots of enjoyable ditties. Now you have more time to write Net-Wars! Ennui, you forget, Net-Wars is already finished! |
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Post by Ennui on Jun 19, 2005 1:44:21 GMT -5
Ah yes. You're just posting it bit by bit, I remember now. It's very industrious of you...
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Post by Phoenix 4242424242424242424242 on Jun 20, 2005 1:08:30 GMT -5
Loved having you around for the Factor, PJ.
Like Ennui, I'm itching to get my hands on our next task... (hint hint).
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Post by Amber on Jun 26, 2005 3:36:58 GMT -5
I hate to rush you or anything but...
*rushes*
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Post by champ103 on Jun 26, 2005 3:45:22 GMT -5
Sorry, I've been slightly busy. For your final poem, you can write about anything you want, in any style you want, but it must be over ten lines. Good luck, Amber, Ennui and Pheonix.
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Post by Ennui on Jun 30, 2005 15:26:56 GMT -5
How truly bizarre-I thought everyone else had posted poems before me, and hurried over here to start one. Must have been an anxiety dream...still, I'll get to work, though all in good time...
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Post by champ103 on Jun 30, 2005 15:30:55 GMT -5
Where IS everyone, except for Ennui?
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Post by Ennui on Jun 30, 2005 16:20:20 GMT -5
Still working on their poems, I expect. This is the final, after all.
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Post by Amber on Jun 30, 2005 16:32:34 GMT -5
I've been away/really busy. But I have started mine. I might have it tomorrow, but I'll be away then, and maybe most of Saturday. Definitely have it done by Sunday though.
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Post by PJ on Jun 30, 2005 19:19:28 GMT -5
Good luck, everyone.
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Post by Ennui on Jul 1, 2005 7:17:52 GMT -5
MEDITATION ON CRUSTACEANS
Written for the final of the 667 Factor
Look in that pool, if you will,
Creep out of the sheltering shade
Among nettles and dock leaves, their nemeses,
Dwelling in juxtaposition.
Leave them the pool and the harsh summer scalding
And watch as the gentlemen lurk in the murk-
Till evening we'll kneel there, with nets and with
Gauses; and together we'll fill
The jostling cauldron.
The outlaw crayfish are prey this time,
And all their strength in their natty, bright claws
Propels them further into the snare.
Yet if warned by the swaying of a wild string
They'll take to the water, and bid us farewell.
The slower, the fatter, the older, the queens,
The greed-ridden, envious, and the unfortunate
All of them face the foreign bright rays
An impotent flailing, a mass of vendettas
As the catches who standing upon friendly backs
Could easily elude the donjon we carry
Instead feutre arms, display crimson heraldry
And hurtle together like Centaurs and Lapiths.
So little, so grudging, the yields they offer,
But commerce brings succulence far over paucity
As we strip off the skeleton layer by layer
And devour the claws that were built for devouring.
When you fish for these beasties-or their affluent cousins-
In more sedate waters, with tabular islands,
And waiters at helms of the barques,
When you expend bullion instead of attention
For lobster, old Homard, avuncular figure,
Of comfortable fortune and ready half-crowns,
Or crab, that rich Radical, swollen with excess,
Or langoustine, with airs and graces that bridle
Across every maritime current-well, then
You're spared all the boiling, the weight on the conscience
The loss of a nipper that charmed the eye-
Instead will delight your tongue.
Yet think on the crayfish, the uncivic crayfish,
So fractious, so jealous, of merciless habits
Of unyielding carapace, yet of blue beauty
And remember the afternoon, burning and waiting
And the half-dozen cubules of humbled crustacean.
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