An "Ask Auntie Lowan" Digression.

Dlowan wrote



First impression- huh
Second impression- thud
Third impression - impressive
Fourth impression -

I believe that you have rended a wispy welter that ambles through the quagmire that many a drover ravish as he may be would rather agree to a millstone around his neck than be saddled with such a gauntlet. You may traipse stridently on and drone and regale us with your verbiage yet you squander your talents with such a dastardly wry and nonchalant piece that must be treated warily due to the inarticulate cavalcade that canters forlornly from this distaff charlatan.

That'll be it then.

(goes to hide in the biggest bunker he can find that will withstand nuclear attack)

Hmmmm...

"...flung the stone that puts the stars to flight..." -- Disturbed the reflective waters of my reverie? (Gad, metaphors...)

"...the ripples of your comment..." -- The force (or energy, or meaning) of what you have said, transmitted to me in form if not in substance?

"...break bootlessly upon my understanding." -- Crash upon the shore of my mind, but erode nothing, and hence make no impression on the landscape.

As to "the bowl of your morning," I have no freaking idea what this might mean. Should it be bowel, or mourning -- or both?

I suppose my morning is a bowl of water, sitting before me, and as I make my posits here I am, as it were, casting stones into the water, wherein floats (at least as I see it) poor grown-up weelowan, in addition to the rest of you. Hmmm.... Perhaps I can cast a stone that will capsize you all! (Since the only bowl I usually use in the morning is porcelain and is equipped with a cold seat, the size of the stone will depend on recent diet, and, thinking back, I think I am ill-equipped to raise a tsunami on the water. (Is this what deb meant -- that my contributions are as so many turds into the morning toilet water? Ghastly, she, the she-beast down there in that dusty, stinging, inverted land.) Ker-splash!)

Here I sit, lonely hearted
Came to s$t and only f@rted.

depressing story pd

So is this a Digression Thread, or a Digestion Thread?

commedia dell f'arte

The airing of ones views

The views of one's airings ?

Where's the wabbit gone ?

She's gone to get her gun-Hide Hiama Hide-.......................too late ..... here she comes

C'mon peoples - the bowl of morning and the stone that puts the stars to flight is not moi, 'tis Fitzgerald's translation of Khayam's "Rubaiyat"!

Opening lines:

Awake! For morning in the bowl of night
Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight -
And lo, the hunter of the east has caught
The sultan's turret in a noose of light.

I but took the bowl metaphor a little further - the "stone" being Patiodog's post!

Now you went an ruin some perfectly good interpretation, I'm just going to pick up and keyboard and go home! grrrrrrrrr

oh yeah?

well brautigan wrote this:



now that i understand.



snooty literate rabbits.

LOL!!!!

And the stone weren't no turd!

AND - was Hiama saying I be talking crap?

Yeah, and A. Noni Mouse wrote my little pearls of wisdom which I will repeat for posteriors sake:

Here I sit, lonely hearted
Came to s$t and only f@rted.

Take that little rodent!

BillW and Patiodog,

Good ole bathroom humor. Nothin like it, to keep things nice and basic. Still, is it really snooty to try to rise above it all........or at least to hover?

we are not rodents.

she said icily

What, like a fly? I prefers the beetles!

(really, Lola, I have nothing but admiration for the cyber-rabbit, and it really isn't my desire to plunge into toilet humor at every opporunity. my superobjective, as it were, is really to communicate my love for all humankind, and the realization i've had concerning the gap between chaos theory and molecular biology that could have profound implications on... damn, that's a sexy, sexy pair of legs. mmmmm....

what was i saying?)

we are pussy cats.....meow

YOU may be a pussy cat, Lola, but I am a feline of a different choler....