i am sure your technical papers are well-defined within the loop of politics, landon.

and that rules are followed in the non-virtual world.

 

yes.  this is a poetry site.  so write poetry.  that is all that is required.

but don't try to define 'the word' for me.

then it would only become a tedious argument of insidious intent.

 

keep writing.

susan

 

 

 

energies are arising.

I'll be back in action soon!!!

Irony in hand.

I've never given a lot of focused thinking to this concept "Irony".

I'm still digesting all the material on the subject you folks have presented.

In the past I've avoided concious use of it because I'm prone

to "sarcasm" which seems to me to be "Irony's" bitter and terrible sibling.

 

I will say this for now though.

I was walking down Ninth Street, here in SF, on the way to Gold's Gym,

thinking to myself how much I've recently been enjoying working at

getting my aerobic energy's "up" by pushing my personal limits on

the "treadmill".  I've been walking fast and then faster and then clicking

into an almost dance-like rhythm and sometimes I break into a "run"

(which I'm not prone to doing) and for two or three minutes I have a sense of

not only dancing but one of flying and exhuberance.  Sometimes for

a few brief seconds I feel weightless and a feeling of "soaring" enters

my body and a "spirit" in me is released.  Then gravity and my own

body's muscular fatigue return and inertia sets in and I am aware of

weight and my mere "mortalness". 

I was mulling this "grand sense of flying" when I crossed Bryant Street.

In front of me was a pigeon.  Hobbling terribly.  Instantaneously I realized

it had been hit by a car but not fatally enough to quash it's life, just enough

to have broken it's wing and make it forever lame. 

I noticed my eyes were brimming with tears; I thought of you all and

these attempts to understand "Irony".  The "shock" reminded me of

"something".  I realized there is a power somehow in Irony to remind us of life and living and I'm sure on other occasions (I'm thinking now of Buster Keaton who I adore) to bring us to a cathartic whole-hearted laugh.

 

I'll continue looking into this. 

Thanks for this fresh new idea-tool.

 

 

 

some bootays are made for walking,

and perhaps a fou(rth)][cault][ dimension.

 

susan

is this web site basically a place where people can slap themselves on the back for being intelligent?

 

say no, please

 

mar

no.

 

i am so stupid, it is not to be believed.

 

susan

Landon, this was a gas. I think that it is properly nickel, no matter how brittle the smile. I, too, want a phone number consisting solely of ex-s. What would George Strait say to that?  After all, he is in Tennessee. No place for attention no matter how hard the borrowed chant. I am sure that you had to be there. Grunting.

 

Chuckroast7