Lola at the Coffee House

@ehBeth,

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shisha needs a space with good ventilation.

Lola says there's plenty of fresh air on the roof space! Good music too. I can recommend the view!

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@spendius,

Here's one for you Spendius - to cheer you up, perhaps?

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What matters it that all around
Danger and grief and darkness lie,
If but within our bosom's bound
We hold a bright unsullied sky,
Warm with ten thousand mingled rays
Of suns that know no winter days?

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@spendius,

Thinking a little about Eskimo Nell it struck me that I could post it piecemeal to test how Bohemian and liberal and unChristian this Coffee-House really is.

A sort of poemeter for grading libertines. Up to Beta plus anyway.

I post a verse or two until I come to a stress point and take the balance of the thumbing as applause calling for more, or booing and hissing to encourage me to desist.

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@firefly,

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I just discovered Gangnam style dancing

It's been a big craze on the internet over here - there have been flash mobs dancing it all over the place; colleges, parks, train stations. Very energetic - it'll certainly burn off the calories.

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@vonny,

I'm sorry vonny. I don't count that as poetry. It means nothing to me.

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@spendius,

The Song of the Fuschia Fairy

Fuschia is a dancer
Dancing on her toes,
Clad in red and purple,
by a cottage wall;
Sometimes in a greenhouse,
In frilly white and rose,
Dressed in her best for the fairies' evening ball!

~~~~

Fuschia is one of my tats.

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@spendius,

Poor Emily Bronte - her poetry scorned by Spendius! Here it is in full - refresh your memory perhaps?

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To Imagination
Emily Brontë

When weary with the long day's care,
And earthly change from pain to pain,
And lost, and ready to despair,
Thy kind voice calls me back again
O my true friend, I am not lone
While thou canst speak with such a tone!

So hopeless is the world without,
The world within I doubly prize;
Thy world where guile and hate and doubt
And cold suspicion never rise;
Where thou and I and Liberty
Have undisputed sovereignty.

What matters it that all around
Danger and grief and darkness lie,
If but within our bosom's bound
We hold a bright unsullied sky,
Warm with ten thousand mingled rays
Of suns that know no winter days?

Reason indeed may oft complain
For Nature's sad reality,
And tell the suffering heart how vain
Its cherished dreams must always be;
And Truth may rudely trample down
The flowers of Fancy newly blown.

But thou art ever there to bring
The hovering visions back and breathe
New glories o'er the blighted spring
And call a lovelier life from death,
And whisper with a voice divine
Of real worlds as bright as thine.

I trust not to thy phantom bliss,
Yet still in evening's quiet hour
With never-failing thankfulness I
welcome thee, benignant power,
Sure solacer of human cares
And brighter hope when hope despairs.

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@vonny,

Gangnam was huge around Christmas - it seemed everyone's husband was learning it.

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@ehBeth,

I don't know how I missed hearing about Gangnam, or seeing it.

The big craze I kept hearing about in the past few months was the Harlem Shake. All sorts of groups/flash mobs, in all sorts of places, were suddenly doing that one too. I think I prefer Gangnam.

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@firefly,

That's interesting. I've read just recently that in Italy now, because of all the financial difficulties, people are going back to making their own breads, a skill that people of a generation or so ago were still adept at. Thus bread bakeries are branching out to entice customers with the sweets that are usually the fare from pasticcerias, like cookies and cakes, so... some pastry places are closing.

I'm hungry - I just made 3 dozen ricotta gnocchi for dog face girl, as pill hiders. I might steal six or so for myself, with a little tomato sauce, in my case, tomato mushroom, though in the photo it's tomato sausage sauce. Ms. Picky doesn't like a very thick sauce on light gnocchi pillows..

http://www.italianfoodforever.com/staging/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/gnocchidone.jpg

Mmmm, and I'll need some red with that, Wassau.

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@firefly,

This is the first one I saw -

Like you, I prefer it to the Harlem shake! More entertaining.

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@vonny,

I love the poem vonny. Natch.

But the verse you quoted lacked its context and thus had to stand alone in thousands of possible contexts to which it might be applied. You made a work of art seem like rhyming sentiment.

I have often wondered whether the poem inspired Mr Tambourine Man which is far superior to a bloke. In fact I think it might be superior to anything ever written before. Or since. (Maybe apart from Barbara Allen).

Anyway--the clientele have it all now. But I think I'm the only one who has all the context. I've sat on the couch on which Emily died.

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@vonny,

Wow vonny. How did you get photos of the cafe? That's it. It's Cafe 101. Very nice.

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@spendius,

Why would a love of dance and practice necessary involve a lack of intellect or a negligence of a person's head, or learning? It seems to be a rather enormous leap from one point to another. It's a little black and white. Although, as usual, your poetry is well constructed and clever.

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@Lola,

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Why would a love of dance and practice necessary involve a lack of intellect or a negligence of a person's head, or learning? It seems to be a rather enormous leap from one point to another. It's a little black and white.

Not such a terribly big leap, Lola. Think chorus line, Vegas show girls, ... . I'm sure you can relate.

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@firefly,

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Harlem Shake

Ooouch, that hurt my ears and head.

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@ossobuco,

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ricotta gnocchi

Ummm, yummy. Can I have some too, osso?

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@spendius,

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I've sat on the couch on which Emily died

Wow, spendi, wow!

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