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The Bell Tolls For All, Glosa

/pause – for one instant
nothing rings out like a gong
for an instant our heartbeats
hesitate/

and the arrythmia suddenly palls
to a shade blacker
than all

His face caves
his arm pains
then the crickets
creak back in again into his heart

leaving the stillness with a rush of blood
like a balloon pops with sound
he doesn’t die
but the crickets time is short

to evolve
to think
to breath, the master


Farstar
(glosa of "September Glosa" by George Dance)

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  1. admin says:

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    George Dance wrote:
    > On Mar 25, 11:11 pm, farstar <ecowboy…@gmail.com> wrote:
    >> /pause – for one instant
    >> nothing rings out like a gong
    >> for an instant our heartbeats
    >> hesitate/

    >> and the arrythmia suddenly palls
    >> to a shade blacker
    >> than all

    >> His face caves
    >> his arm pains
    >> then the crickets
    >> creak back in again into his heart

    >> leaving the stillness with a rush of blood
    >> like a balloon pops with sound
    >> he doesn’t die
    >> but the crickets time is short

    >> to evolve
    >> to think
    >> to breath, the master

    >> —
    >> Farstar
    >> (glosa of "September Glosa" by George Dance)

    > Wow! Not so much for what this says, but for what this is: a better
    > comment on what I’d written than if you’d cranked out a hundred
    lines
    > of prose review. Thank you.

    > Strictly speaking, yours isn’t a ‘glosa’ — as I understand it, a
    > glosa has to use all the lines of the quoted stanza as the last lines
    > of each of its stanzas — but I don’t really care. It’s an OBpoem,
    > which builds on mine — your own "thinking between the lines" of
    mine,
    > as another poet put it on the group today — probably the best
    > compliment you could pay to mine.

    > No way am I going to look a gift like this in the mouth, so: no
    > critique for you. But I will say: welcome back (even if you were gone
    > for only a week or so). As I’ve said, I always read your poetry, even
    > if I don’t always comment. (Most of the time I just have nothing  
    that
    > I think is important enough to say.)

    > Things were bleak the past week or so: you stopped posting, msifg
    > stopped posting, Manwolf and Marcus Aurelius ditto (they still
    haven’t
    > returned, and may be gone for good), even Will the same (turned
    out he
    > was on vacation), the older regulars who were starting to comment
    > again all went silent. Instead we were infested by crossposts into
    and
    > out of RAP and alt.usenet.kooks (which, fortunately, seem to be
    dying
    > down too).

    > I don’t know if we can bring the group back to the level it was at in
    > Jan. and Feb., before the RAP/AUK influx, but it’s good that some
    > people have decided to stay.

    Never actually left,
    just couldn’t think of anything to say
    the others might just be burned out from all the flamewars in January
    and February
    I did have some problems with my reader that put a dampner on
    things when I was really rolling, but I loaded up again, and have
    finished Fallout3

  2. admin says:

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    > George Dance wrote:

    >> On Mar 25, 11:11 pm, farstar <ecowboy…@gmail.com> wrote:
    >>> /pause – for one instant
    >>> nothing rings out like a gong
    >>> for an instant our heartbeats
    >>> hesitate/

    >>> and the arrythmia suddenly palls
    >>> to a shade blacker
    >>> than all

    >>> His face caves
    >>> his arm pains
    >>> then the crickets
    >>> creak back in again into his heart

    >>> leaving the stillness with a rush of blood
    >>> like a balloon pops with sound
    >>> he doesn’t die
    >>> but the crickets time is short

    >>> to evolve
    >>> to think
    >>> to breath, the master

    >>> —
    >>> Farstar
    >>> (glosa of "September Glosa" by George Dance)

    >> Wow! Not so much for what this says, but for what this is: a better
    >> comment on what I’d written than if you’d cranked out a hundred
    > lines
    >> of prose review. Thank you.

    >> Strictly speaking, yours isn’t a ‘glosa’ — as I understand it, a
    >> glosa has to use all the lines of the quoted stanza as the last lines
    >> of each of its stanzas — but I don’t really care. It’s an OBpoem,
    >> which builds on mine — your own "thinking between the lines" of
    > mine,
    >> as another poet put it on the group today — probably the best
    >> compliment you could pay to mine.

    >> No way am I going to look a gift like this in the mouth, so: no
    >> critique for you. But I will say: welcome back (even if you were gone
    >> for only a week or so). As I’ve said, I always read your poetry, even
    >> if I don’t always comment. (Most of the time I just have nothing
    > that
    >> I think is important enough to say.)

    >> Things were bleak the past week or so: you stopped posting, msifg
    >> stopped posting, Manwolf and Marcus Aurelius ditto (they still
    > haven’t
    >> returned, and may be gone for good), even Will the same (turned
    > out he
    >> was on vacation), the older regulars who were starting to comment
    >> again all went silent. Instead we were infested by crossposts into
    > and
    >> out of RAP and alt.usenet.kooks (which, fortunately, seem to be
    > dying
    >> down too).

    >> I don’t know if we can bring the group back to the level it was at in
    >> Jan. and Feb., before the RAP/AUK influx, but it’s good that some
    >> people have decided to stay.

    > Never actually left,
    > just couldn’t think of anything to say
    > the others might just be burned out from all the flamewars in January
    > and February
    > I did have some problems with my reader that put a dampner on
    > things when I was really rolling, but I loaded up again, and have
    > finished Fallout3

    i still chime in here and there.

    i’ve basically fulfilled my contractual obligations
    with usenet.  i’ve been an obedient slut to the
    thugs and paid due respects to the bards.

    i suppose i can always go for another round.
    after all, i do like pain.  (i mean that metaphorically,
    of course.)

    oh yeah, and as for poetry:
    i’m working on perfecting one particular area/form that
    i can’t disclose at this time.  (it would open the
    present before christmas day.)

    what do ya think of shakespeare’s fourth:

    unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spend
    upon thyself thy beauties legacy?
    nature’s bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
    and, being frank, she lends to those are free.
    then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
    the bounteous largess given thee to give?
    profitless usurer, why dost thou use
    so great a sum of sums yet canst not live?
    for having traffic with oneself alone
    thou of thyself thy sweet self doth deceive
    then how when nature calls thee to be gone
    what acceptable audit canst thou leave?
    thy unused beauty must be tomed with thee
    which used lives the executor to be.

    william shakespeare

    (he’s encouraging a not so young man to marry
    and bear offspring.)

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