You are one with the eggs.
"My Baby Loves a Bunch of Authors" by Moxy Fruvous
(Dave)
Well you should see my story reading baby, you should hear the things that she says,
She says "Hon, drop dead, I'd rather go to bed with Gabriel Garcia Marquez."
(Mike in funny voice)
Uhh-huh!
(Dave)
Cuddle up with William S. Burrows, leave on the light for Bell Hooks,
I've been flirtin' with Pierre Burton 'cause he's so smart in his books
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
My heart's so broke and bleedin'
(Dave)
Baby's just sitting there
(Murray)
doing some reading
(Dave)
So I started watching some TV, played my new cd player too,
She said: "Turn it off or I'll call the cops and I'll throw the book at you."
All this arguing made me get dizzy, called my doctor to come have a look
I said: "Doctor hurry!" He said:
(Murray)
"Don't worry, I'll be over when I finish my book"
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
We've been livin in hovels
(Dave)
Spendin' all our money on
(Murray)
brand new novels
(Dave)
So I got myself on a streetcar and it drove right into someone,
You know the driver said:
(Jian in grizzly voice)
"I was lookin' straight ahead!"
(Dave)
But he was reading the Toronto Sun
(Jian)
"So?"
(Dave)
So my honey and me go to a counsellor to help figure out what we need
She said: "We'll get your love growing,
(Mike, in funny Dr. Ruth voice)
but before we get going, here's some books I'd like you to read."
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
Lately we've had some fricton
(Dave)
'Cause my baby's hooked on
(Murray)
short works of fiction
(Dave)
So we split and went to a party, some friends my girl said she knew
But what a sight 'cause it's authors night and the place looks like a who's who
(Dave)
Now I'm pounding the ouzo
(rest)
with Mario Puzo
(Dave)
Who's a funny fella?
(rest)
W.P. Kinsella
(Dave)
Who brought the cat?
(rest)
Would Margeret Atwood?
(Dave)
Who needs a shave?
(rest)
He's Robertson Davies!
(Dave)
Ondaatje started a food fight, salmon mousse all over the scene
(All)
Spilled some dressing on Doris Lessing, these writer types are a scream!
(All)
I like to go out dancing,
My baby loves a bunch of authors
We'll be together for ages
(Dave)
Eatin' and Sleepin' and
(Jian in grizzly voice)
Eatin' and Sleepin' and
(Mike in funny Dr. Ruth voice)
Eating und Sleeping und
(Murray)
Turnin' pages.
(All)
Yeah!
Grudge match coming....Charles, from beyond the grave, personally sent me his theme song:
L'Invitation au Voyage
Charles Baudelaire
Mon enfant, ma soeur,
Songe à la douceur,
D'aller là-bas, vivre ensemble!
Aimer à loisir,
Aimer et mourir,
Au pays qui te ressemble!
Les soleils mouillés,
De ces ciels brouillés,
Pour mon esprit ont les charmes,
Si mystérieux,
De tes traîtres yeux,
Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Des meubles luisants,
Polis par les ans,
Décoreraient notre chambre;
Les plus rares fleurs
Mêlant leurs odeurs
Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre,
Les riches plafonds,
Les miroirs profonds,
La splendeur orientale,
Tout y parlerait
A l'âme en secret
Sa douce langue natale.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe,calme et volupté.
Vois sur ces canaux
Dormir ces vaisseaux
Dont l'humeur est vagabonde;
C'est pour assouvir
Ton moindre désir
Qu'ils viennent du bout du monde.
--Les soleils couchants
Revêtent les champs
Les canaux, la ville entière
D'hyacinthe et d'or;
Le monde s'endort
Dans une chaude lumière
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté,
Luxe, calme et volupté.
Hmm, not with Moxy Fruvous on his side. They suck.
I have never heard of them until now...
They are local boys here on my side of the pond.
Now that is surreal indeed...
I swear I didn't have a 'hans' in this strange plot...
Here it is. Bear with the poetry. This girl was trying to get me to help her with some awful thing, by sucking up to my poetic tastes. It does get amusing.
Ilovebusted: I must be turning into ( Sylvia Plath) lol as i am seriously loving Sylvia Plath.LMAO!I love the peom called "Ariel" its so beautiful and it reminds me off "The Little Mermaid" what she wrote when she were young i think
Ana perdita: Wow. If one starts to get to grips with the whole complex Plath/Mermaid connection, one must really be starting to appreciate Plath.
Ilovebusted: Yeah i love these lines;
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
I think this means the sea is brightened in the darkness and you can see the little mermaid from far away.lol.i dunno.
Ana perdita: Disney films are really important to understand Plath, is what you're saying?
Ilovebusted: yeah
Ana perdita: Some would say you're absolutely right. What about this one. What Disney movie is it relating to?
The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
Ilovebusted: was thinking the poem you just submitted for sum reason i was thinking of the film "Mulan" or "The King and I".lol!
Ana perdita: That's a brilliantly fresh new take on it. Could you explain more?
Ilovebusted: i couldnt to be honest Ana as i've never watched these two films.i've just saw them advertised on tv.
Ilovebusted: So you were comparing Plath's poetry... to Disney films you've not seen?? Is Plath particularly OK then-- this one's tricky. I've argued about this with Nick for years. He says "Sleeping Beauty," I say "Beauty and the Beast."
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,
Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We
Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.
Ilovebusted: well its a mixture of both as of the earless and eyeless bit<--thats beauty and the beast" and "bedding" part is sleeping beauty.as i never really knew beauty and the beat slept together in the film.lol!so i couldnt say.
Ana perdita: Oh yes. You were probably too young to understand-- do you watch Disney films often?
In fact, and I am deadly serious, there is a huge market for Beauty and the Beast erotica. There are even snuff films, like "Belle's end." I'm surprised, with all your hours of contemplating some Bumchums United boy's appendage, you've not come across't.
Ilovebusted: maybe they did when he were turned from the beast into a man and they got married.i didnt watch beauty and the beast part 2.lol!
Ana perdita: Good night Vicky, and God bless. You'll need it.
I...I don't know what to say really...
I do hope that this is a good sort of speechlessness... though, with 'her' (might be 'him') amazing ignorance, I wouldn't be surprised...
Speechlessness is generally good for me, lest I get in trouble.
I'm relieved and a bit drained, but I finished the story on which I was working.
I collected him for A to Z but it had moved onto G so I think he deserves to go somewhere.
. I feel betrayed by Peter's behaviour; and it's EIGHT YEAR olds who are coming over; honestly! It's EVIL. Hence the reference to Lolita.
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