http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-1003-week-of-04-07-08 en 2000-2008 stephan@shakespearesmonkeys.com stephan@shakespearesmonkeys.com 42.65614 -71.334 Thu, 08 Jan 2009 11:35:31 GMT Yet Another Community System http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 59 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8177-added-a-personal-space-request-form http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8177-added-a-personal-space-request-form Members can now request a personal space without sending a nasty email. Fill out the form found on the Member Pages-- and your new space will be set up very quickly anstey Site News Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8177-added-a-personal-space-request-form#comments 2 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8177 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8177 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8177 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8176-comment-bug http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8176-comment-bug For those of you having trouble with making a comment, I believe the problem is patched for now, and the programmer will have a permenant solution with the next release anstey Site News Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8176-comment-bug#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8176 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8176 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8176 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8120-exciting-contest-news http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8120-exciting-contest-news Due to the generosity of an anonymous benefactor, the total prize for the the Simian Award is doubling anstey Site News Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8120-exciting-contest-news#comments 2 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8120 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8120 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8120 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8155-i-m-having-trouble-responding-to-comments-left-on-my-poetry http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8155-i-m-having-trouble-responding-to-comments-left-on-my-poetry Help! I need technical assistance in responding to comments on my poetry Celticlion Site Issues & Questions Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8155-i-m-having-trouble-responding-to-comments-left-on-my-poetry#comments 2 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8155 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8155 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8155 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8014-making-a-mystery-of-pollution http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8014-making-a-mystery-of-pollution Smudge of fire, cold clouds of dawn devour your flaming face; you look like Mars in red defeat- a woman whose last beams of scorn shot down but never reached their mark.   No gazing lovers' eyes were burned last night, your web of stars' slight tremble when I caught you; full and white spying all who would admire the beauty of your March's light, disguised by darkness- when some unknown hour revealed pure anger in your heart.   You tore tides wild, enraged, your violence in unwary seas' blue veins, yet now, I watch the mystery of your bloody face ... more» Celticlion Poetry Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8014-making-a-mystery-of-pollution#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8014 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8014 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8014 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8168-monkey-update-04-10-08 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8168-monkey-update-04-10-08 Sent on Apr. 10 2008 at 12:57 am to "all" anstey Site News Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8168-monkey-update-04-10-08#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8168 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8168 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8168 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8135-on-the-radio-at-7-05-est http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8135-on-the-radio-at-7-05-est Well it's happening again, my friends at WUML invited me to come talk poetry with them anstey Just a Nastey Journal Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8135-on-the-radio-at-7-05-est#comments 4 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8135 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8135 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8135 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8116-specular http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8116-specular This form was invented by poet Julia Copus and, as the name implies, revolves around a reflective quality anstey Structures, Styles and Sonnetation Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8116-specular#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8116 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8116 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8116 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8144-stumble http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8144-stumble If you entertain several ideas all at once, inviting suspicion to arrive early, one by one by one- their unshut traps will go hogging down the crowded line of carefully undone appetizers. The tallest mouth eating at the front.   A standing example of why single-filed thinking never hosts parties, where opposing guests having had one too many hasty words, ... more» anstey Poetry Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8144-stumble#comments 1 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8144 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8144 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8144 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8115-the-first-grand-simian-winner http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8115-the-first-grand-simian-winner Everyone join me in congratulating Ann Murphy of Chelmsford MA on winning the grand prize. Yes, that's right, not only did she win $100 for in the second simian award, but she won the grand prize ... another $100 and a feature in an upcoming issue of the Revue anstey Contests Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8115-the-first-grand-simian-winner#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8115 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8115 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8115 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8191-rind http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8191-rind   do you hate me when you jerk-off into roadside take-out napkins? or maybe,  maybe you really are dead this time. the police will pound on my door I can play surprised and maybe slip on grief; stupid things will be said nothing will be shouted from couches behind tea cups with cold bitter leaves. your mother's bilious vomit will digest her finish a selfless death her greatest tribute; the door slams and your pounding steps shake my bed. do you weep as you climax remembering the whore in France you screwed to show me? in the dark I crush the orange rind that burned my eyes turned my fingertips white before leaving the bitterness on my lips. ... more» callooh Words Words Words Wed, 21 May 2008 14:37:10 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8191-rind#comments 10 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8191 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8191 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8191 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8165-the-idiot-shoppe http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8165-the-idiot-shoppe That's two a dunce, this bum will cost you thrice.     I saw they kept the stupids by the nose; thin wire went through each nostril; a device, that kept the idiots up on their toes. A mighty moron sat sucking his thumb.     These damaged goods aren't worth the cost you claim!   The owner fiddled with a drill, his sum, was earned by driving bargains with sharp brains.     You're smart, I see, said he, let's have a chat.   Two beefy gimps slammed me facedown in spit. ... more» Celticlion Poetry Sun, 11 May 2008 11:38:01 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8165-the-idiot-shoppe#comments 3 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8165 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8165 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8165 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8148-the-pornographer-s-hyena http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8148-the-pornographer-s-hyena S'not neccessarily about pornography...Poetry, afterall, is an obscene business Celticlion CelticLion-The Pornographer's Hyena Dies In a Loveless Lair Sun, 27 Apr 2008 22:14:35 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8148-the-pornographer-s-hyena#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8148 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8148 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8148 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8149-cur http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8149-cur Rocking heads let us mind each ration's lullaby keeps nodding, peace, we all must kiss our guns of purity and pray, no blood above can cock a bullet's voice, no god will give known knees that kneel, the siren's whore is wise, she sings disease, lush slums devised where opportunists close the ghetto's eyes- cruel men defeated, childrens' throats are spooned to feed the dust is won, no burning hand flags stolen lies, demand what breathing skin of sand, dug holes will bury each dog's rise.   ... more» Celticlion CelticLion-The Pornographer's Hyena Dies In a Loveless Lair Sun, 27 Apr 2008 22:05:55 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8149-cur#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8149 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8149 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8149 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8151-flea http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8151-flea Cold as an eel, our mother's white eyes, done with the killer she drained both his fangs, slurping the venom she slapped out our snot, bullets for breakfast and get the hell out! Harridan's darlings, which one she let live, no time for school- steal a boat, catch a shark, cut out the jaws, soft fins for mum's heart, see, you're the good 'un that means you'll get beat, but sister's the dumd' un, she'll just get goat meat. Years later, I saw her bare hooves beneath coat, ... more» Celticlion CelticLion-The Pornographer's Hyena Dies In a Loveless Lair Sun, 27 Apr 2008 21:59:30 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8151-flea#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8151 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8151 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8151 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8153-a-goddess-under-the-bed http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8153-a-goddess-under-the-bed On knees  she reached beneath her bed, opening white hands' black box. untouched transclucent air, perfume's tissue, breathing sweet dead leather.  Two sculptures, each red shoe, reverantly brought out. Down to her naked feet, sliding fingers, willowing straps, leather clasping gold, a buckle at each ankle, slim.     Four inches taller, looking down, affected legs, longer below smaller waist, curved calves fuller, stopping at the nipped boundary of red horizons. she dressed and left.     That night, strange music's crooked echo turned dark streets slick, ... more» Celticlion CelticLion-The Pornographer's Hyena Dies In a Loveless Lair Sun, 27 Apr 2008 21:54:51 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8153-a-goddess-under-the-bed#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8153 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8153 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8153 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8158-recitative http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8158-recitative   The wind whispers, I am a cold darkness, you cannot keep me, my fingers never close but blow within locks, an unwinding thread of Earth's infancy, I will gather the fabric of seas, and wrinkle fields, I will breathe soft stitches in the skin of clouds, pulling them behind, chariots billowing above the beasts I quicken, I will unrest the sleep of your forest's peace, my silver tongue tasting, what hides within broken branches of your mind, the pulp of your heart scattered, with splintered leaves, I will rattle dust, making sleeves of music, whipping the throat of night, making her cry for me, so that I might console each shadow's ear, with my soft sympathy. ... more» Celticlion Poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 14:15:32 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8158-recitative#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8158 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8158 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8158 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8157-rot-written-from-hell http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8157-rot-written-from-hell Just amusing myself Celticlion Poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 14:03:44 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8157-rot-written-from-hell#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8157 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8157 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8157 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8164-field-of-water http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8164-field-of-water   I will walk the shore of your reserve, your gaze a path parting grasses and wildflowers, a wave upon the prairie, a sunburned sea. I will rest within your mouth, and hidden swim your eyes, leagues of memory, sweeping deep a trembling wind on meadow's skin. Beneath the heads of flames,a froth, of Queen Anne's lace around my waist, wading swells of blades lashing fragrance green,  between my thighs a song, on stem and petal smothering where fire fades I wait.   Celticlion Poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 14:01:40 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8164-field-of-water#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8164 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8164 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8164 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8171-the-novel-cat http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8171-the-novel-cat Beware of the novel cat Celticlion Poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 13:16:41 GMT http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8171-the-novel-cat#comments 0 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8171 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8171 http://shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8171