i second that,

November 6, 2008 at 6:33 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 17 Comments
Tags: australian sentences, writing, writing cause i enjoy it

emotion, Smokey Robinson style,
heh, where did Bootsy go, sorry
at some point it all collapses into a joke between me and myself, when i think well a new idea requires a new language, let the language lead. She was born somewhere between The Indian Ocean and the south west coast of Western Australia where the swell defied by bare rocks bursts into white plumes against a rich blue sky. In that breeze which sudden took our backs and hastened us to Shanghai wherein some tangled tale disappeared, she was created, once in desire then manifest upon the waves,

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I shall take my slice of plumptious cake and eat it. Thank you very much.

Comment by Narnie— November 6, 2008 #
You are most welcome.
“emancipate yourself from mental slavery,”
His Royal Highness Bob Marley,

Comment by Paul— November 6, 2008 #
I love this…beautiful.

Comment by Tina Trivett— November 7, 2008 #
a wonderful place to be conceived then made manifest indeed

Comment by artpredator— November 7, 2008 #
beautiful… especially the ending.

I also appreciated: “at some point it all collapses into a joke between me and myself, when i think well a new idea requires a new language, let the language lead. “

Comment by cocoyea— November 7, 2008 #
“writing cause i enjoy it”
there are other reasons? I cannot conceive of’t! he said, sending Smokey Robinson Crusoe signals from the sand.

😀
we heart gingaTao!
and let us go to the good fellow, and tell him of our Joy!
🙂

Comment by peterandthehare— November 7, 2008 #
mm, i love the endiing too; to be manifest upon the waves, how fortunate.

Comment by mrs. sarah ott— November 7, 2008 #
smokey musical emotions… sounds like a delightful creation of feminity…

Comment by pieceofpie— November 7, 2008 #
I second that emotion

Comment by Paul— November 7, 2008 #
whoops, I mean, I second that emotion, too.

Comment by Paul— November 7, 2008 #
BTW- I saw Bootsy plucking a banjo with Tom Waits in Singapore at some Filipino floor show.

Comment by Paul— November 7, 2008 #
Bootsy went back to farming…like before he drank the milkshake stroked out the funk – a medicine ball with teats from outer space.
Have you ever drunk Bailey’s from a shoe?

Comment by cousinavi— November 7, 2008 #
Tom Waits is my hero…clap hands. 🙂

Comment by Tina Trivett— November 7, 2008 #
I think it is great that such a talented and devoted writer such as yourself gets all these readers! But I can’t seem to figure out how to get one. I have offered absurdistry at its best. I have offered money for comments and even offered to clean the house of someone who would read me (and lives near by). But still the only comments I get are from you- and I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate that. You are a good man and writer…..now lend me a hand and help me get some dam readers!!

Comment by randall— November 7, 2008 #
So that’s where ideas are born! No wonder my mind has such great difficulties … I live no where near the Indian Ocean!

Comment by Fitch— November 7, 2008 #
Let language lead, indeed. This is beautiful. I especially like the ending, how she’s manifested upon the waves. Full of emotion and vivid imagery. Well done. Have a nice night.

Thanks for your kind words/ visit.

Comment by Michelle Johnson— November 9, 2008 #
I am soothed, calm after reading this but I can’t help wondering what did happen to Bootsy Collins? I saw him live years ago when I was visiting friends in London and it was the most amazing night of my life. For months afterwards I ‘was testing positive for the funk.’ Where is he now?
Here he is. He still funkin’ and he has restaurant and record label. The official Bootsy Collins site.

Comment by Selma— November 9, 2008 #