Thursday, August 21, 2008

One Wild Kitty and Two Night Garden Poems

Weird...I just wrote to the In Charge of Everything Lady at my Bengal Rescue Group, and said if ever she needed a home for an F2 or F3, I would love a chance to experience one of these kitties...I spent a lot of last night researching F2 and F3's thinking about them

(Most pet Bengals are F4, four generations, at least, from the Asian Leopard Cat, a seriously wild animal. F3, three away, and F2 two away, meaning Grandma was wild. F1 means Mommy or Daddy was a Leopard.)

She wrote back to me in five minutes saying she had been on the phone with a women for two days who had an F1. It seems the Breeder did not socialize him, and dumped him at a vet. The vet gave the cat to the women, keeping mum about the whole F1 thing, she thought she was getting a regular Bengal.

Think about a Bengal three times wilder than mine. This would be one extreme Kitty!

Of course I offered to take him, if that would help.

THAT would be something to blog about....I have to say, I would love the challenge, and am kind of hoping that they take me up on it.

And back to art....

I got this this morning in my Inbox from Jane Yolen, saying that it was for our Night Garden search. (she doesn't waste any time!) So we have page one, and the bar has been set!

It's truly beautiful and I love it. In fact, I am turning it into the words for my song, that I am doing for my part....

In the Night Garden

Night lilies bloom,
Leaves red as blood.
Frogs without legs
Are astir in the mud.
Foxes with eyes that are
White as blind moons.
Katy-don’ts creaking out
Raw fiddle tunes.
Possums play dead
Till they really do rot.
And I am out searching
For what I know not.;
For what I know not,
And for what I most fear,
Afraid what’s behind me,
Afraid what is near.

By Jane Yolen

And, mostly to prevent you all from shaking your fingers at me tomorrow, after you told me to post the Garden piece I wrote a while back, here you go. (Tho I have to say, posting ones first bit of non-humour writing in public for the first time directly after a poem by Jane Yolen, is rather more of a test of bravery than I was looking for)

Haunted Garden

I can never find your hidden messages, you hide them so well. I know, you told me that I couldn't find them because I was too afraid of breaking things. What things? Precious things? Fragile things? Hearts? Bah, we eat them for breakfast some evenings.

Lets play hide and seek tonight, we will persuade the bats to act as messengers, and carry clues from me to you and you to I. The garden gnomes will not grumble if we stay out of the flower beds, besides where would the smallest of the neighbors dine if we were romping thru nightshade, the moon-flowers and the ghost roses.

(not mind you that the ghosts would be caught alive stopping to smell the roses, as if !)

I'll dress like Alice in Wonderland gone bad and you can wear a shift of spiderwebs and shimmer like you do in the bright moonlight. Stay by the house and count as high as you can, which my dear, I do know is more than FIVE , none of that again. I will go and hide, and a bat shall fly back to you with a note saying I lie in the place where the dead people live. I'll give you a spell and be home before ye.....

One is you
and the second is I
I shall run and
you shall fly

Come and find me,
if you can ,
alley alley in free,
with three dead men

Four little nightbirds
sitting in a tree and
five little spiders
all looking for me

Six dark vampires
and one make seven,
No good children will
go to heaven.......

A chest of gold,
pieces of eight,
will buy you time
it's getting late

I'll run home and
you'll be mine
that cat's done,
life number nine

as the churchbell tolls
number ten,

I'll wait for you, and we'll play again......

Love and Poems, Lorraine


At 6:01 PM , Blogger Siri said...

Shyly unlurking, in the presence of greatness, to write a few words...
What I like best about reading is finding something that paints pictures in my head. It's almost like I read with my eyes closed with a movie screen showing me the images the words create. Lorraine (may I call you Lorraine? I'm not "in" enough to call you Quiche, although that's the name I love best) your Bats are swooping and diving in my head, and I'd prefer those 5 little spiders just look somewhere else. My favorite lines? "What things? Precious things? Fragile things? Hearts? Bah, we eat them for breakfast some evenings." I especially like the "Bah."

I've been reading comments for weeks - the discussion about just writing, or painting, or submitting product struck a nerve so I couldn't stay silent anymore. I admire all of you for your passions and experiences and support of each other. You have been inspiring me to do random acts of kindness to pass on the positivity of this community. Thank you all for that, and thanks for the love you share.

At 6:06 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Welcome, Siri! You're IN enough now, call me whatever you like. Quiche seems the one most like my name these days.

Thank you for writing! What lovely thing to say, and I am so glad you said them! (I liked that line myself, hee-hee)

Come and be with us, I think you belong here!

At 7:30 PM , Blogger Jess said...

I like the name Quiche, because it makes me think of the B-52s song. Quiiiiiche, Quiche Loraaaaaiiine...

I've only been hanging round here for-- I don't know-- a week or something, Siri, and I'm floored by how friendly, warm, generous and just plain darn cool everyone is around here. (And I'm pretty sure I'm more Annoying than they yet realise. ;D ) I think you will find there's a very comfy space waiting for you, and am pleased to meet you, too!

Jane Yolen's poem is wonderful, Lorraine, and so is your piece. I'd call that a prose poem, or maybe a loose-narrative poem, or maybe even a variable-line poem. The language rhythms are gorgeous (Language rhythms are my Big Obsession at the moment when I think about writing-- prose and poetry both.) Lets play hide and seek tonight, we will persuade the bats to act as messengers, and carry clues from me to you and you to I. That was one line which really stood out for me.

One question I always ask myself when I'm working on a poem is who the speaker is-- and sometimes I also think about who the speaker is speaking to. I think it may be tiredness on my part (It's 10:17 pm, and that means Jess has goosh-for-brains again) which had me a little confused on the answer to those questions-- till Siri mentioned the spiders. I think I missed something on the first read; I want to spend some more time with it. But that's what I love about this piece: it makes me want to come back to it, sift the layers, tease new things out (I'm reminded of that fairy-garden painting Neil posted a while back on the blog-- that one you can look at over and over again, and see something new every time). Which is what good writing should do.

This is good stuff! Be proud of it. Be bold. Post more, keep writing, and send something to that publisher. :)

Those pictures Dan just posted over on the Bossblog make me want to watch Spirited Away again! For the eight billionth time.

At 7:37 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Must go check out Bossblog! Haven't seen them yet...

Jess, thank you and excellent! If you were wondering who the speaker was, and who they were speaking to it worked...

It's a whole series, where you get ideas, and teased, and bits of information, but never really find out who (or what) they are...That's what I was going for....I have lots of them and want to turn them into a book when I get enough, if someone wants to publish them.

In every one, you get more information, know more things, but they need you to build them in your mind.

I could be nuts, it's late for me too, but let's talk more over tea, when I will make more sense.

At 7:39 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

And oh, thank you for your comments on the language, I feel like it's like writing music, only playing with words instead of notes...

At 9:22 PM , Blogger AletaMay said...

Hi Siri! And I do not think I said hi to Jess either (I first noticed you via spacelaw's lj)

I have not done a very good job of saying hi to people as I still feel new here myself. I felt so welcome when I first stumbled upon this wonderful playground and I certainly want to be a part of making everyone else have that same great feeling.

So... "Hi and welcome and good to meet you" to everyone I missed. I really have found everyone's contributions here amazing.

I love both of these pieces and I love the mood they set. I like the way Jane Yolen's piece has a sort of breezy rhythm and less than breezy themes.

Lorraine I really love your piece. I love the change that happens in the middle -- it feels very like a song to me in some ways. There is something both playful and sad there that I like. I am a big big fan of the bittersweet!

I started working on my contribution this evening. I took some photos... wrote some words... played in photoshop. All very fun but I really got only a tiny bit done. I am excited because I am using a form I have been trying to use for years. Wee.

At 9:31 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

::waving:: Hi, Siri! And belated greetings to all the other new folks!

::grumble, mumble:: ...where...straitjackets...
::whisper, roar:: AHA!!
Filthy! Who forgot to...oh. That would be me.

Uh...Did I say that out loud?

At 5:06 AM , Blogger Jess said...

Straitjackets? I'll have a size fourteen, please.

AletaMay, I know I've replied to comments you've left, but I don't think I've actually said hello-and-pleased-to-meet-you properly, either. Hello and pleased to meet you! :) And ariandalen, and everyone else, and thank you all for your warm welcome and insight and marvellous interestingness. (Is that a word? It is now!) You guys are fun.

That's an interesting approach, Lorraine-- that purposeful sense of mystery surrounding the narrator. And it works because the narrator sees the garden so vividly. Now I want to see more of the series-- which means it's far too late for you to back out of posting it now, muhahaha. ;)

Do we have a submit-by date, or are we leaving that open for now? I may have to impose an arbitrary deadline on myself if we don't, for that thrill of fear which keeps a sorry butt movin'. I had a Big Panic Moment yesterday when I realized I don't actually have a clear idea what I want to do yet. I have some thoughts, but they're not coming as quickly or easily as that gnome-poem I knocked off. That was random silliness; dude, this is art.

(Ah, crap, I just spilled coffee all over my shirt. That'll teach me to type and drink at the same time.)

Hope you're all having a lovely morning!

At 5:28 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Not having a lovely morning at ALL , thank you!!!!!!

Woke up a bit ago to a blleeep of a text coming in, which was fine, but I was, ALONE. AT 6:30am. ALone.

As in No Bengals!

They never leave me alone that late. To make a long story short, I found them outside, tails as huge as could be, scared and alone . The fiends had taken off a screen and gone for an all night adventure!

Not THRU a screen. Taken it off.

And I may be getting an F1??? Am I insane?????

Sigh. Going back to bed.

Oh, no deadline, the Project will go on indefinitely , we will just keep adding to it on the new site...

At 5:30 AM , Blogger Dan Guy said...

Wow, those are both very lyrical in different ways. I love them both, and I think they go very well together.

The Bengal-Bee Alliance wishes for you to have their F1 brother brought to them.

At 5:31 AM , Blogger Dan Guy said...

(I wonder if that thing in my garage is the Bengal-Bee Alliance's version of leaving a horse head in your bed. Are they telling me to toe the line?)

At 5:57 AM , Blogger Erin Underwood said...

Very fun blog post!

F1, doh! More kitties = more stories, which of course we all love. However, that's a lot of Kitty-Lorraines running around the house.

The bengals already know how to "remove" a screen without detection. What else will they learn? ;-) I think you are in for some exciting (?) times, especially if you also adopt the F1.

The poems are great. I hope you publish more here. Poetry is such a wonderful form because it is so elastic. It can do so many different things simultaneously. It's also (IMHO) a very visual style of writing.

I like the way you stretch the prose poetry into shorter stanzas, which gives the poem just the right amount of energy and playfulness at just the right time. Well done. Loved it.

...and I loved Jane's. The "Katy-dont's" made me smile. I'd really like to hear her read that one!

At 6:16 AM , Blogger Phiala said...

Lorraine, you are insane! An F1??!?? (Sez the girl with the wolfie.)

But you can write! :)

Jess, I'm at PSU, tho in the sciences.

I've narrowed down my garden thought to some very interesting possibilities, but I need to do some experimenting before I know if those possibilities can become real in any concrete sense. I don't want to discuss much until I know if the whole plan is feasible. Maybe this weekend there can be experiments. Maybe, as this weekend is supposed to be devoted to a very large, important and soon-due responsibility. Ack.

At 6:42 AM , Blogger Jess said...

Agh! Poor Lorraine. Those girls are getting a little too good at this escape act of theirs. I feel your pain, to a much lesser degree-- I have to shut mine away at night, otherwise they keep us up all night climbing the walls and playing with, you know, electrical cords. And these are my sweet, docile, non-leopard-decended kitties who couldn't even figure out what to do with the one mouse that escaped from the sink cabinet, and into the kitchen proper.

We! Are! Penn! State! I'm just nosing around your web page, Phiala-- your work sounds really interesting. I hope it's a nice day in Happy Valley! (Getting humid over here in Pittsburgh-- ick.) I need to get back there sometime-- I really miss it. I want me some of that mint-chocolate-chip action at the Creamery.

At 7:01 AM , Blogger Phiala said...

Warning: Local trivia, likely completely uninteresting to all.

Jess - they moved the Creamery a block down the street. Directly across from my building. If I look out my office window, I can see into the Creamery lobby. Fortunately, they also raised the prices a lot, so ducking over for a cone is not as appealing.

I took a peek at your blog last night, and promptly went out and picked up the LeGuin book from the public library. (I may buy a copy if I like it, but I'm saving up for an ice cream cone.)

For anyone not Jess but actually reading, Penn State makes its own very good ice cream. Ben and Jerry came here to learn how to do it.

Okay, okay... speaking of writing, I am supposed to be finishing revisions to a manuscript right now. And since I'm obviously not doing that, I need to turn off the internet and force myself to behave. See y'all later, hopefully with completed revisions!

At 7:13 AM , Blogger arwenn said...

Thanks Siri!! I was also trying to find a good time to de-lurk and this appears to be it. I heartily second everything said about the fun and warmth of this group.

Lorraine, what a wonderful poem! It’s so evocative and not only is the speaker mysterious, so is the setting. Reading it one can envision lots of different times, places, even realities. It’s a journey, and it encourages so much imagination that it will be different for every reader which is an incredibly cool and powerful thing. For instance, I imagined five little fuzzy purple spiders (with orange fangs), but really the possibilities are endless.

At 8:27 AM , Blogger ivenotime said...

Welcom Siri and Arwenn!! I have but a brief sec, but wanted to say how much I enjoyed your piece Lorraine! Yey for you and Being Bold! Jane's poem was quite evocative too - both inspire lots of ideas! glad there is no time limit as I have passed one deadline (sculpture needs paint), oops, and have a second piece deadline looming (piece not even started) gah. and ceramics class is in need of new molds. but enough of my list of terror (Pantagruel, hope your deadlines are going better than mine) Lorraine - an f1 bengal? will you have a house left???

I know what lives in the walls. not wolves. nope. bees. many many bees. in my living room. from a hole that was not there yesterday. i am thoroughly creeped out. thank god for duct tape.

At 10:07 AM , Blogger pantagruel said...

Quiche, very brave indeed, to go right after Jane Yolen! If you're going to go, go big, I say. :) The thing I like best about your prose poem is the meter in the spell; I think that your musical skills are a huge asset, because this is something you have down without trying. And yes, it is like writing music, but with words, not notes.

One thing I'd work on is the diction that's switching from informal (as if!) to archaic (ye). That might be contributing to the confusion about the speakers, because diction (word choice and tone), is one of the main clues for your readers about who's speaking; so it's sounding like more than one person is speaking within the same sentence. Try reading it out loud to yourself, then see if you'd rephrase it if you were talking naturally in either voice. For example, someone who uses 'ye' is probably not going to use contractions like 'I'll' and 'we'll,' but instead say 'I will/I shall/we will,' because their diction is more formal. Does that help any?

An F1 Bengal… I shudder to think what they'd teach Venus and Mim. Poor girls, all afraid from their adventure; you must've been so worried for them. Are they alright now?

And yes, let's talk about the website... on Sunday, maybe?

To all the new folks -- welcome. :)

Ivenotime -- bees in the walls? You're under attack by the Bengal-Bee Alliance!

Dan -- what IS that thing in your garage?

Okay, back to Painting.

At 10:47 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

I am so glad that you all liked it! I gots lots of 'em, all prose poetry in the same theme, that was the only one that flitted off at the end into something else, except for one that wanted to be a proper poem.

I know. An F!. Barking mad is the phrase you are looking for. Don't know if it will happen or not, I'd need to have some talks with the people who have him now, and see if they think it is possible to help him.

I've done really well with Venus, and these two fosters, all of whom were really un-socialized. We shall see.

And you're right, it is by no means certain that I would have a house left....

Sue, are they honey bees? If they are, there are beekeepers on Swarm Patrol you can call, the fire and police should know who is signed up in your area. They will come and take the colony and give them a hive.

(Yes, I am on swarm patrol here...Never a dull moment!)

Welcome, Arwen! See what you have started , Suri? People will be de-lurking all over the place!

Gig tonight with Lojo, hurrah!! At Charlie's in Stillwater. Paul and I will both be there, sitting in and having some fun.

I will post more things, if you want to read them...

At 10:50 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Oh, good point, Val, well caught. The ye did bother me somewhat, but in the end I left it. Should have gone with my guy.

Venus and Mim are fine, but they climbed into bed with me, and told me in great detail everything that happened. Over and over. I asked them not to go out with out me again.

Yes....Dan....What IS the thing in your garage, I meant to ask about that as well....

At 10:51 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Make that GUT, not GUY.....

More tea.

At 11:10 AM , Blogger EmilyLady said...

Jane Yolen's song really gave me shivers. It was so beautiful but I could feel a little scream in the back of my head.


At 11:18 AM , Blogger EmilyLady said...

Sorry, Lorraine; I totally forgot to mention how much I enjoyed yours also. It's just been a distracting day ....


At 12:30 PM , Blogger Jess said...

You and me both, Emily! My phone won't stop ringing. What is it with today? No one ever calls me. (Which I realise makes me luckier than others, but still.) Why today?

Hope the painting's going well, Val! There will be pictures when it's ready, yes? I would like to see it muchly much. :)

You're kidding, Phiala-- they've moved the Creamery? They can't change my campus! Well, okay, they can, but that little hole-in-the-wall they were in was An Institution. At least, it was by the time I got there.

Guts are good to go with, Lorraine! Especially if you're rhythm-oriented when you write. If you're certain something bothers you about a particular line rhythm, or a word, or the sound of something, it's always worth taking a second look at, and fiddling with.

When I started working through the Le Guin book, I was really kind of startled by the discovery that I actually write that way, too. I always have this shape of a rhythm in my head before I start, and I sort of "follow" one as I work. That's not only thing I do, of course-- I don't just think up a rhythm and then suddenly, wahey, have a paragraph. But there's always some rhythmic undercurrent-- and if I fight that, or try to force something into it, the writing turns clumsy. I put it down to a quirk of brain wiring, but it's interesting. :)

At 12:34 PM , Blogger Erin Underwood said...

Apologies for going off track here, but...... I just have to ask this crowd my "Zombie" Question of the Day.

So, I was just eating ice cream and daydreaming (or as Piers Anthony might say, nightmaring), and my "Zombie" Question of the Day came to mind.

Since a person's spirit (in the fantastical world of fiction) turns into a ghost when he dies, what happens if the person becomes a zombie? Does the zombie have a ghost? Can the zombie and the ghost co-exist? Is the human ghost upset by the fact that his body is now a zombie because the ghost can't enter the NeverNever until the zombie is killed?


At 1:03 PM , Blogger scored4life said...

First off, lovely writing by all. Very well done!

Secondly, I don't put my two cents in often but when a question on zombies is raised...

I’ve always envisioned the (reanimated)-zombie as being the shell of the former person with only fragmented shreds of memories of their former self. Like a living person experiences ghost pains with a lost limb, a zombie would experience pseudo-sensations of being alive without the conscious mind to interpret them.

The ghost factor is a more difficult question because ghosts are usually thought of as spirits that were not ready to move on. In theory, the soul of a person killed by a zombie could move on while its reanimated body continued to wreak havoc in this existence. If the soul stayed as a ghost it would then likely manifest as a lost spirit and “haunt” based on its unfinished business, likely never understanding the significance of its reanimated body.

But what do I know? ;P

See you tonight Q!

At 1:29 PM , Blogger K said...

Lorraine! I love your spooky nursery rhyme! I have ghostly fingers trailing up my spine...

I disagree about the "ye" issue, though - I think it's perfectly fine to mix archaisms and contractions. And I'm an ex-Shakespeare scholar... :) ("Ye" also crops up in Scots vernacular a lot, in no very formal way.)

But you're the writer: put what feels best to you. I can only say I liked it very much.

At 1:43 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Emily, it gives me shivers too. It's all the things I like best..

I know what you mean about rhythm, Jess, very like music, I tend to sort of just see where it wants to go, and it flows from there. I need to trust myself more, I think.

There IS no track here, hee-hee, go where ever you like..People don't ALWAYS turn into ghosts when they die. Lot's of things can happen. I don't know if the ghost, if the person did turn into one, would recognize it's old body.

Clearly I am not the best one to answer this question, hee-hee...Oh, wait, I see Dr Score has some theories...Good ones. See you tonight!

K, I was thinking Scottish, these Beings are OLD. Glad you liiked it tho! This makes me happy. I am never sure if it is just me who loves them, or if they would work for other people. I guess that's why one SHOWS people ones writing, eh?

At 2:42 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Uh. It's looking quite possible I may get this Kitty.

Life as we know it, is going to change....

At 5:01 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

You will be the best Mom this kitty could have. Maybe you should look into security screens. The kind designed to keep people out, but to keep your familiars in. :)

Welcome all new comers. I am so new myself it feels odd to say. But I love it here. And I know that you will too.

Lorraine your piece is magical. It did sound like a song to me and I am glad to know that you have more. It feels like a piece of something larger. Do you know Nick Bantock. I hope you don't hate his work because your poem brought those kinds of images to mind for me. And, like his work, I felt like I was given a glimpse into something larger.

Good show!

At 5:28 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

So I charged my new phone. This is a test to see if I can REALLY post from here. We'll see...

At 5:30 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Hey, look at that. :)

At 6:26 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

::hanging head:: I'm sorry. I didn't say anything about the poetry last night. ::sigh:: That's what I get for staying up WAY too late half the week. (As a way of catching up new folks, the posts are stamped PST or PDT in the USA. I live in Texas, which is currently under CDT.)

Back to poetry; I love both. :)
Ms. Yolen's I want to go on, but I'm sure it ended exactly where she wanted it to end.
I just assumed that there was more than one voice in your poem, Ms. Fabulous. Granted, it may be due to schizophrenia, but that doesn't distract from the mood. ;) The only thing that struck me oddly was "three dead men." _I_ would have phrased it, "three men dead," but I didn't write it, _you_ did. :)

At 7:08 PM , Blogger Jess said...

Erin - As a Pittsburgh resident I can claim a certain amount of authority on zombies. My very own grandfather, mayherestinpeace, ran a state liquor store in the vicinity of Monroeville Mall and witnessed-- during shooting on Day of the Dead-- grown men in full zombie makeup pretending to feast on human intestines. (They were really just sausage links.) He said they seemed happy to be zombies.

That doesn't really answer the question, of course, nor does my vague memory of a poem they read to us in the first grade which used to terrify me, about a zombie coming nearer and nearer your bed-- and oh my Fod I've just found it this minute-- it's "The Zombie" by Jack Prelutsky, from The Headless Horseman Rides Tonight. That'll keep me up for another month! :D

I'm glad you mention they're old beings in the poem, Lorraine-- that shines some new light on it which I hadn't seen before. Your knowing them in detail-- even if they never appear-- is a good thing to be aware of, so you can bring it forward elsewhere. I think it's important for us to know they're ancient-- but I'm betting there's hints of that in other sections.

At 11:16 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow..I'm sorry I missed everything here last night! (The things I miss when I get stuck on the phone..)

Lorraine you held your own following Jane I think..both of the poems are wonderfully vivid. In the interest of full disclosure I gotta admit here that I goggled a little when I saw Jane had contributed, 'cause I love her stuff..and gosh when we told you to be bold you really went for it!;)
Well done!
And you're gonna get the F1?? Yup, barkers methinks. I would worry he's gonna teach the girls new naughty tricks. They need to stop this Houdini business this instant.:)

Jess, I'm so glad to find I'm not the only one who thinks of the B-52's whenever I see Quiche used.;)

Dan I've really enjoyed your contributions to the Boss blog. (Especially the Eddie quote;)

Ivenotime, you have bees in the walls? *shudder* Sounds like the Bee-Bengal alliance has a grudge.
Swarm Patrol sounds like a good idea..I'd be scared half to death if I found bees in my walls. (total weenie here)

*waves to all the new people* Join us! We lol

At 11:21 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

.Gayle, way to go on the phone posting! I am hoping to get this Kitty, but, of course, nervous, HUGE responsibility....If I could make him happy tho, iit would be worth it...

Andiandalen, no worries, I loved yr post last night! Straightjackts indeed! LOL

Oh, and "Three dead men" is from the poem,

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

I needed only three of these men tho...Wasn't it Robert Lious Stevenson? Tho it may have been a shanty before that. My mind is tired...

Jess, you will get more, every piece, every little story, you get to know them more....I want the reader to fill in the blanks.

Oh, and Gayle, LOVE Nick Bantock, Griffen and Sabine may well have had an influence on me..And the way this seems to be going.

At 11:26 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Hi Kali,

MAYBE getting the F1. The eastern coordinater thinks it the best idea they have, and is going to talk to the breeder...I am getting BARS for all my windows...!!!!!!

B52's..Takes me back, that was even before I was Quiche,a and I loved them!

And Jess, You and Dr Score SO have to get together...On the Zombie thing!

I'm going to go and do a quick post then off to BED!

At 8:26 AM , Blogger Dan Guy said...

I have some experience in this field, and feel that I can say with authority that the reanimated dead are merely zombies possessed by the ghosts of their former selves.

That is to say, there are three options when it comes to becoming an abomination upon death:
(1) You can stick around as a ghost and haunt people.
(2) Your body can be zombified, whereupon it retains none of your metaphysical essence but does retain some small measure of your personality due to possessing your slowly degrading brain - completely independent of whether you have chosen to stick around as a ghost or not.
(3) Your ghost can repossess your zombie body, in which case you are the very definition of undead. You can continue to live as you always have, except that your body is now subject to accelerated decay. For this reason, the reanimated often try to stave off decomposition through various means, including by not limited to: consuming others, consuming just their blood, consuming just their hearts, consuming their souls, embalming, deals with unholy forces, and finding a new body to possess.

At 7:29 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Hooo...delurking galore, zombies, wild kitties and poems! What more could anyone ask for?
More recipes.

Love both texts, Jane Yolen's feeling like it has already been a song that you sang. Your text - the prose part - sounds familiar and I think this is because you had already sent it to me. Without the spooky nursery rhyme though, which I adore.

What? Another kitty. Another WILD kitty? Get bars on the windows indeed and hide all the heavy duty tools...

Re: question of the day (well: of another day), and more precisely of if a zombie can have a ghost, I suppose it can do but only if a ghost has decided to take possession of the empty corpse. Think hermit crab, there. same thing. I like to think that someone who suddenly becomes a zombie must have a ghost - death or thereabout being rather violent and traumatic - and I should think that the ghost would be rather miffed by all the mess. And that's a story I shall keep for my next ghost tale! Thanks.

Lastly, welcome to all unlurkers. Consider yourself dezombified. And don't forget to bring a straight jacket (where else would you discuss seriously zombies and poetry in one go?) This is the place to be on the internet.

At 11:04 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Ah, you make me laugh! You and Dr Score and Jess and perhaps Dan guy are going to be discussing Zombies till the cows come home, who knew we had such experts.

I don't think I sent you thiis one, others tho, and they are all on the same theme....

Poetry and zombies...To perfect.

At 7:33 AM , Blogger Jess said...

It was Dawn of the Dead that they shot (and which my Dandan witnessed shooting thereof) at Monroeville Mall, by the way, not Day of. Mr. Jess corrected me and I am duly shamed; I hereby make a full confession as to my Wrongness on the matter, even though it's now Tuesday and no one is reading this thread. Now I feel better. ;P

At 8:34 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

You hope...

At 10:33 AM , Blogger Jess said...

Hey! :D


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