Thursday, September 18, 2008

Squirrel Eating Sunflowers of Doom

(Well, perhaps not, but what a great title for a post, eh?)

Since I posted last night, I have gained a another Follower. I had two. Now I have three. Following along after me in the shadows...Cloaked in Darkness, and feeding on the moon. Reveling in the night and all the promises that it holds in the Garden!

Yup. Those are my Followers all right.

(not sure what the Google Followers are, there were a lot of them, weren't there? If someone could explain..)

I might not have mentioned it, but that Haiku War last night, while I was away, was the BEST! And you did make me proud Fiends, and then some.

I have two more night garden poems for you tonight, but first, I thought we should have photos, and I was going to just nip over and steal some from Nathilie, as she is very good with them, but then I told Aleta SHE could not go off and steal things, so I thought I might better make an attempt...Challanged as I am in the matter of picture taking, but these were fun.

(Something tells me I have a seriously limited time to get this Sunflower Photo right....)

Here's the little darling in it's entirety....



And then I started playing around with it, and turned it into this....



And not to go all artsy on yourselves, it just struck me that the stories these two photos tell are so completely different, and the feelings they stir up are exactly opposite, yet completely the same.

Ok, Might have lost it, and y'all most likely learned these things in Photography 1101, but I never noticed things like this before. Someone can explain it to me, and tell me what I am trying to say here.

(And yes, I have been struggling with French Verbs all day, and am reverting to Y'all for the remainder of the night.)

Now, as promised, two more Night Gardens...I am so loving seeing these, and if you are thinking about doing one, remember, no right or wrong. No good and bad. Here you will get only love and support for whatever art you are doing. The important thing is to DO it. And then go and do it again. If it is your heart, how can it be less than beautiful? (hey if I can wax philosophical about sunflowers, you can go out on a limb too!)

Love and Art...
Lorraine


From Gayle:

Wait, what...?

The first time you left I fell down on the driveway and cried

The second time you left I fell down on the bed and died

The third time you left I (already being undead you see) hurt somewhat less

The fourth time you left I yelled and screamed and tried not to obsess

The fifth time you left I had my gift and had to make good

The sixth time you left I finally understood

You don't love me

Right?


Time to go

I plant sunflowers to remind me of life in the sun

Who will enjoy them now

Others will

Just as others enjoyed you when I thought I was alive

So many others

I hear that there are cactus in the desert that look dead during the day but bloom at night

Big beautiful full white luscious Queen of the Night flowers

I think I will move to the desert

And let the others have my sunflowers

And you

Gayle

And from Val...

Once, the night desert was nearly our death.
Sand ran in sheets of sharp water down our
dry skin; flooded through my clothes and parched mouth.
Adan cursed me. Hot wind whipped my mare's black
hair, and her bridle sang, as Bilal prayed.
His muezzin's call now: God, give us water.

It was two days since we last drank water.
Two days off our path. I wondered when death
would come to claim us. Perhaps if we prayed
devoutly, Bilal said, we would find our
way to a riyadh. But in a storm's black
night, all prayer is only sounds in a mouth.

Giving up on God, I covered my mouth,
the better to keep my hot breath's water.
Adan fell deeply into a cold black
mood, muttering how he might bring me death.
We had long since passed any hunger; our
swift end a fate for which I now half-prayed.

Through the wind, I saw a dark wall, and prayed.
A sharp shout burst from Adan's cracking mouth,
and he scaled the smooth walls using our
backs. His voice was sweeter than fresh water,
then silent. Had he been found by his death?
I lifted Balil, a shadow in black.

From inside the walled garden's leaves, all black
I heard Balil, who -- of course! -- knelt and prayed,
giving thanks for God's mercy, staying death;
while Adan's curses flowed, a river's mouth
of profane praise for the fountain's water.
Hands raw, I climbed in the garden of our

shaken faith and doubt, where at last all our
hungers were sated. But seeing the black
desert outside -- with no hope, no water --
how many others were exhausted, prayed
out? The water dried to dust in my mouth.
I saddled my mare and rode to race death,

to tell the lost of water and of our
lives spared from death, in a black night's garden.
Come, I prayed, my mouth dry; find what you seek.

124 Comments:

At 4:01 PM , Blogger Chantrelle said...

You're right about the emotions evoked from those photos. The color one is cheery and happy. The B&W is sad and desolate. Colors do amazing things. I'm not being very eloquent today (like i ever really am!) but i felt the difference even if i can't voice it!

Both night garden stories are amazing. I haven't done any creative writing (outside of restaurant reviews) since i got my voice software and have to speak all my words. It's hard to create that way for me. I think better through my hands than through my mouth!

 
At 4:38 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

I'm right with you, hard to put into words...

Fods, I am tired, catching up on me it is...

 
At 4:41 PM , Blogger pantagruel said...

Well, a couple of things happen in color pictures -- first, color (or the lack of it) evokes mood. Color temperature also creates the illusion of depth, and provides contrast between warm and cool, not necessarily light and dark. So the black and white photo is both grayed out and has lost its depth, because it's not got much contrast to it.

Does that help any?

Gayle, nice work!

 
At 4:41 PM , Blogger Stacy said...

I find color is good; but in point of fact; black and white draws your attention more to the subject. Though the flower is beautiful in her deep red/orange for fall; the eye is distracted to look at all the green as well. In the B&W photo; my eye goes right to her; and I want to go deeper into the dark space that is her face.

I read the poem by Val; is that the sestina? It's gorgeous. It was very hard for me to read because my own throat has been raw & burning since yesterday. I'd love to get all intellectual on the 'frame' of the poem but it's just not me; and I'm an English major :). The pictures and emotions that are created are deep and stark.

I totally missed the Haiku wars as I was trying to nurse my daughter (who has loved me with her cold) and myself.

Gayle's is very entertaining! I love the change of pace as you read the lines.

sunflowers of doom; makes me think of Gir & the Doom song...


do do do doo doo dooom

 
At 5:53 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Gir and the Doom song?

And yes, more intellectual on Sestina! I like the way Galyes moves too, and changes, like growing and resolving.

And Val, to write an entire Story useing a particular form, and have it come out tight? Way to go Dude! (as Val would say)

That did help, give me me more, all! Photos can make moods! WHo knew?

And I want to stress again, for the timid, there is no Better Than here. Whatever you do, free verse, a haiku, rhyming pictures, paintings, beads, sculpture, music dance...

This is NOT a contest.

I don't want anyone who reads here to ever go away feeling "I can't do that good" I want you to get inspired and do what is YOU.

If it has your heart, and soul. Well, that's all I want.

Feed off each other, Fiends, and grow.

We will build something beautiful.

I now return you to our regularly scheduled whimsy..

 
At 5:58 PM , Blogger Jess said...

Would it be a shame to admit that the Haiku War only happened this morning, while you were napping? I'm afraid I completely let you down in the haiku stakes last night-- even though I had insomnia and was up for a change.

Want to know what I was doing instead? Writing a god-awful poem about the windstorm we had the other night, coupled with a dream I had where the dinosaurs came back to stomp us all to death. That's what. Seriously. Hey, not all poems can be winners.

I should have written
a haiku or two, but now
I can't be bothered.


Hey, Fiends: You can steal some of these if you want to. I'm not doing anything in particular with them-- that's why I threw them into a "night garden" album. Knock yourselves out!

 
At 6:08 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Jess, is that one rock really a Troll, I am sure of it!

Hey better off up and writing an awful bit than nothing. A very wise writer once told me, "Take your first million word and bury them"

I should have been writing or working on my French, but I spent the night dozing on and off and trying to keep the Dog from escaping his coffee table tether and searching the sleeping house for the Cat.

The Haiku war was this morning during my nap? Man, a girl falls asleep....

Tonight I am amusing myself having all FOUR Bengals in a room together...With one feather toy. In between YOWLING AND HISSING Venus seems to be enjoying it.

 
At 6:57 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Thanks all. It is my first attempt at poetry. Nervous as heck to send it in. :) You are all very encouraging and this feels like a safe place to play around.

I love both photos. In the first one the color really pops and the life and vibrancy is what I notice. In the second one what comes across is the way the head of the flower droops slightly. It looks a bit sad.

And all four Bengals again? Brave woman. And good for you. I wish you luck and hope they can start to adjust to eachother.

I think I may have settled on Ginger for the dog. It was the first name that came to me and just keeps coming back. So I think it is what she is telling me. I really like Link though. I tried it for part of today but she didn't seem all that happy with it.

 
At 7:00 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

It's funny, Ginger was my first thing that came to my head and I thought, oh no, that's not it, but apparently...

You did good! And I am so glad you did it! This is a safe place. I know how scared I was to show my stories, and I mean REALY scared...

 
At 7:34 PM , Blogger Dragonsally said...

These night garden poems are so full of awesomeness.

I agree with what chantrelle says about the difference in the photo.

I had a magnificent night garden poem in my head when I woke up yesterday. I'll be blown away if I can get it down on paper and share it with you all. I'll try.

 
At 7:37 PM , Anonymous Jacquib said...

I missed the Haiku wars last night, I nodded off on the couch!
Thank you for all your kind words of welcome and your beautiful poems and paintings. You're all very inspiring.
Spacedlaw - my cheese would never make it to the bottom of the hill. I'd eat it before it got there, I love cheese. Especially stinky cheese.
And Jess, you're a hard taskmistress. It's good to give me deadlines, otherwise I'd get nothing done.
Maybe I will have something to plant in the Garden in a week.
I don't know about French though. It's such a sexy language and I'd love to speak it, but I'm too lazy.
Just to let you know I'm not slinking off back into the shadows, I'm going away for a few days, so I'll have lots to catch up on when I get back.

 
At 7:47 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Hi Jacquib! I am so glad you aren't slinking off.....And glad you are here. Glad someone else missed the Haiku,hee hee fall asleep for a second.... And you and Spacelaw are way going to get along on the cheese front.

And French is the way sexiest language, to be certain. I am starting to dream in it, only I can never get it right.

Dragonsally, I do that a lot to, they roll around in my head until they HAVE to come out. Can't wait to see what you come up with.

The Bengals are both sleeping. I mention this as it simply doesn't happen often....

 
At 7:50 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

And , oh, I am loving the time zone thing here, there is always someone awake to keep our Fiendish Party going.

And not to get to sappy or anything, but it is so cool that we have found us all, all over the world....

 
At 8:13 PM , Blogger Cassia said...

Ummm...

*tiny voice* I think I'm a follower?

You see, there's this thing called google reader that will compile RSS feeds for you--blog posts, webcomics, etc.--all on one page. That way you don't have to check a zillion sites in a day, and you know when people update. I started with your Boss on my reader, but you were so interesting I added you, too. And it was the next day that you said you had 2 new followers. So I'm guessing I'm one of them.

hi.

:)

*returns to lurking*

 
At 8:23 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Cassia! Welcome, and I am right glad to meet you! I hope, now that you are de-lurked you will chime in with us, we are a fun bunch.

And, my thanks, I am happy that you like what I do, it means a lot when people respond, I sometimes feel like I am just talking to , what ever, relieve stress, hang out with friends, and it means a lot that people like it.

I spend a lot of time alone, work or gigs,this is the equivalent of hanging out at the Pub..

 
At 8:36 PM , Blogger AletaMay said...

I really like both photos. It is interesting that we so often think of fanciful things as colorful, but there is something very unreal or hyper-real or fanciful about the black and white. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone but me. This black and white is also very different from the black and white of actual film. I think digital b and w is less crisp. I think that lends even more of what I am calling an unreal quality.

Gayle: Your poem is wonderful. I love that it takes me through a whole arc. Sadness, despair and something like hope in going to the desert I think. That is what I get anyway. The idea of the sunflowers left for others while the speaker goes off to where the sun is real is also a fun tickle in my mind.

Also Gayle, my cat is Ginger Snap! A name that also kept coming back to me as I figured out who this new creature in my life was!

Val: I already told you how much I love this poem. I feel inspired to try this form. Someday.

 
At 8:45 PM , Blogger Stacy said...

Gir; from Invader Zim! "Let's all sing the doom song!" It's a comic thing. I'd probably be roasted alive if my other friends who are 'graphic novel' folks heard me say that word. It's all so political now and I wouldn't want to offend anyone by calling them the wrong thing! All I know is it's in cartoon form and Invader Zim is one awesome alien bent on the destruction of the earth and his demented little minion robot that he's given (it's made out of trash) his name is Gir. And quite honestly, Gir Rocks! You'll have to ask those folks in the comic arena (if you know any *wink*) about Gir. One of the gals here actually, had pics of someone at one of those comic conventions where they all dress in costume; he's a green dog/ with a zipper.

I'm not a comic person by any stretch; Calvin & Hobbes was where my comic reading began and ended.

Waterson stopped writing it because his characters were being ripped off right and left & he got nothing!

As an artist; it's apalling to drive around & see Calvin in all sorts of weird places on folks cars doing all kinds of nasty things and knowing it's all stolen property.

sorry... off the soapbox. please forgive.

I'm so beat; time to toddle off w/some honey ...not really good honey like from MiMiko or anything :) Glad everyone is still hangin out; can't wait to get up and read what's been happening in our night garden!

 
At 8:51 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

When I was in college, one day the group I ran around with went to a regional grocery store in town. My future husband, who is dyslexic, was in the group and we went past the magazine rack which included a separate rack of bumper stickers. One of the bumper stickers read, "Smile and People Will Smile With You." He did a double take, because he read (scanned) "Smile and People Will Puke in Your Face."
We still use that phrase when any of us misread something.

And, just for the record, we haven't trapped the kittens yet, but we probably need to do it soon. There is an Animal Birth Control clinic in Waco that does low cost spay and neuter. I know that it has, at least, been discussed in Waco for a feral cat alter and release program; however, I don't know if it has been implemented yet. I also need to have a discussion with my husband about it, though he is NOT the type to just dump them somewhere else.

 
At 8:53 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Stacy, stay on the soapbox! We like what you have to say..


I too am to brain dead to talk with any intelligence. Tho Aleta you do have good thoughts...

In the morning? 'Night all...

 
At 8:56 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Adrainandalen, very funny and so apt.

Good on you for doing this, as I know you would, it IS what one does, we all do what we can, but it is rarely acknowledged . Almost never in fact, all people do everywhere to help...There is such a need...

 
At 9:13 PM , Blogger Chantrelle said...

Speaking of misreading bumper stickers. Years ago on too much caffiene and sleep deprivation my hubby (boyfriend then) saw one of the million "Celebrate Diversity" rainbow stickers here in santa cruz and read it "Calibrate Density". I made up the sticker and got it on CafePress. It was on my suitcase until my last vacation where it unstuck from mine and stuck to a very confused other traveler's bag.

 
At 9:18 PM , Blogger ivenotime said...

Love the bumper sticker Chantrelle! My daughter does some of the same, we still call tombstone pizza "tom boston" pizza, and her cousin todd, toadee.
Gayle, great poem!

 
At 9:52 PM , Blogger Stacy said...

ivenotime...we call by brother todd; toddles; really pisses him off now that he's 50 LOLOL!

 
At 10:03 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

Your poem rocks, Gayle!

Val, I'm getting more nuances with every reread of yours. :)

I guess it's my turn to go on about posting stuff. Stacy, let me borrow that soapbox. Thank you.

There really is no reason to be afraid to post something. There will always, and I do mean always, be someone who thinks your product is the best thing since sliced bread. There will always be someone who thinks your product is worse than a carnivore's excrement. Most people will be somewhere in between.

I'm not sure there is any such a thing as "pure" art. There are at least three levels to any art form. The first level, which anyone can do, is Skill. Skill can be taught. It is the technical aspect of poetry, prose, photography, knitting, cooking, etc. When you hone skill you move to the second level which is Craftsmanship. Not everyone can be a craftsman in any particular medium. The third level is Artistry. This is where you add heart to skill and craftsmanship. There was a dancer in my eldest daughter's first dance recital. As far as I could tell, she was technically good, a craftsman of dance; however, her facial expression never changed regardless of the music or type of dance she was performing. She gave no heart to the audience. This was obviously someone who had studied dance for years, but never gave more than honed technique on the stage. I would rather watch flawed technique with lots of heart, than perfect technique by itself.

It does take courage to put something you've made out for others to see. And some of the people that we know read this blog can be intimidating to us to put something here, but you know what, they eat, and sleep, and go to the bathroom just like each of us. None of us gets out of bed on both sides simultaneously.

Print out all the Night Garden Project pieces that have been posted. Read/look at each piece separately. Then go back and read them one after another. It is amazing to me how much they change, while still retaining their own voices. The worst anyone can say about your work is nothing. So, to paraphrase myself, spread your wings and step out into the abyss.

 
At 10:54 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Very nice, Ariandalen, very well put.
Good poem, Phiala (a story to me).
Lorraine you cannot steal but you can borrow pictures. Just as long as you don't say they are yours (which I know you wouldn't anyway).

And yes, B&W pictures have their own voice, which usually runs deeper than colour ones.

 
At 11:05 PM , Blogger Dragonsally said...

Where or who do we send our night garden pieces to?
Ive written my waking piece out. Its not as evocative as it was in the wee hours - probably because I was experiencing as I wrote in m.

 
At 11:30 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

To both Jess and Lorraine.
Jess's is on her blog, Lorraine's is somewhere hidden in the comments to one of her earlier posts.

 
At 11:40 PM , Blogger Dragonsally said...

Thank Fod google toolbar has a serach site trick - would have taken me year to go through all the comments in the last few days alone, but by the magic of google I have them!

 
At 4:05 AM , Blogger Dan Guy said...

I am so tired.
I don't think I can count straight.
Da-da da-da something.

 
At 4:08 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Even on fingers
I never can count straight...
Maybe tentacles?

 
At 4:33 AM , Blogger Jess said...

Here's five syllables
And here we have seven more.
Mention a season.

Good moooooorrrnnnninggg! \o/ hey, if anybody out there wants to send something in for night garden and can't find Lorraine's email address, I can get it to her for you. Just let me know. I've been forwarding her those that are only addressed to me anyway.

Hear hear, Ariandalen! I love all these poems, and I love the chorus of voices that comes out when you put them together. That's a great suggestion about printing them all out and looking at them as part of a whole-- you really get a sense of how each voice speaks to the others when you do that. That's the important thing to remember-- we're making something together. It really isn't a contest; every contribution adds another layer. Every contribution matters.

I'll just hop off the soapbox, now, as I'm beginning to sound like a PBS pledge drive. :D

(It's fun to see so many poems coming in, actually-- I think everybody ought to try writing one whether they think they can or not! People are often better at it than they realise. :) )

So that rock, Lorraine, is actually on top of a stone wall-- I just liked the way the light fell on it, but it does look like a troll, fol rol de rol. I bet it is.

Ginger is an excellent name! I like that.

 
At 4:41 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

I would prefer "Marmalade" for a kitty's name.

 
At 4:47 AM , Blogger Jess said...

My in-laws had a cat called "Pest." (They had to put her to sleep this week, poor little thing. She had cancer in her jaw and couldn't eat any more. :( )

 
At 4:49 AM , Blogger Phiala said...

spacedlaw, the new work is by Gayle and Val, not me. (I'd love to be able to take credit for something as good as either, but not those two!)

I didn't even get in on the haiku wars! :)

The Google followers are people who subscribed to your blog using Google reader, so they can know right away if there's something new, rather than reloading the page itself. Very convenient. (But does anyone know if there's a way to "open all unread in new tabs" - that would be best of all, and I can't find a way.)

It is a lovely chill morning here, very fallish but for the lush tomato vines outside my picture window. I would love to spend the morning on the couch, with the cat and a cup of coffee, writing. But alas, work pays the bills, and Thing 1 and Thing 2 await.

(I have various levels of things that MUST be done by the end of the month. Thing 1 and Thing 2 are the most important, and I'm working on them alternately during the day. Thing 3 is necessary, and is being done at night and on weekends. Things 4 and 5... we won't speak of them.)

 
At 5:09 AM , Blogger ivenotime said...

Phiala, have a good day and good luck in meeting your deadlines! It is a pretty morning here too, and supposed to be in the high 70's - a perfect day for taking care of my big deadline due at the end of the day, grumble. Yes, the poems have been fabulous! very impressive! Dragonsally, I look forward to reading yours. Jess, a cat named pest is excellent - what a cool name, I love names that aren't quite - my dogs are tank and rocket. Ginger is pretty and easy to call, is she an orangish kitty?

 
At 5:18 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Oh crumbs! Sorry Gayle!
Pest is good (and sometimes even appropriate). Poor little critter.
I bet your in-laws were devastated.

 
At 6:13 AM , Blogger Jess said...

They were-- she was thirteen or so, which is getting on for a cat, but it was still very sudden. :( She was a lovely cat with a very big purr. In-laws used to put her on the phone to say hello when we called. We actually have an mp3 of her purring somewhere. It's kind of a nice thing to have.

She was actually called Becky to start with, but became Pest because she was one. :D

I like Tank and Rocket as names, too! :) I imagine them charging round and round the house nonstop, with names like that. Vroom!

 
At 6:24 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Like one of our cat who we named "Ansia" (anxiety) but we now call "Rompina" (literally = breaker - for balls breaker, excuse my French). She is cute but she is very vocal and is always complaining about everything (the service in our hotel being MOST disapproved of).
Or her brother, "Caos" becoming "Nasone" because of the brown on his nose making his nose look so much bigger.

 
At 7:02 AM , Blogger Jess said...

Haha! Ballbuster. I love it. :D Poor Ansia and Caos-- they hardly get any attention from the paparazzi these days with Microbe and Microbetta about. :)

Oh hai! Am dis teh kittin thread?

I can't believe I just typed that. How shaming.

 
At 7:07 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

How dare you forget the tuna!
Kitty thread ! Yeahhhhh!

I raise you one haiga

 
At 7:52 AM , Blogger Jess said...

I like that!

Silhouette kitten
doesn't care for books or tea.
Only your warm lap.

 
At 7:54 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Only your warm lap
Plus cuddles, cuddles, cuddles.
And the odd tuna.

 
At 7:58 AM , Blogger Jess said...

The odd tuna tastes
a little funny unless
you cook it fully.

 
At 8:00 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Fully cooked tuna?
How un-Cuisine Nouvelle!
Kitties like sushi.

 
At 8:03 AM , Blogger Jess said...

Kitties like sushi,
but I do not like my fish
wrapped raw and wriggling.

 
At 8:03 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Our claws rend and tear
There goes you sleep and curtains
Wake up with Bengals.....

 
At 8:06 AM , Blogger Jess said...

Wake with the Bengals!
Go howling with the Cabal.
Greet the wild daylight.

 
At 8:08 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Wriggling is cruel
Fun for frolicsome kitties.
Curtains not so grand.

 
At 8:47 AM , Blogger gaypet said...

Curtains are to climb
As fishes are to eat raw
As cats are to love

 
At 8:48 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Get up and feed us
Or we will pee in your bed
Lovely to see you!

 
At 8:57 AM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

That reminds me of Ava Gardner's song in Showboat!

 
At 8:58 AM , Blogger Phiala said...

Ferocious monster
Sleeps in the streaming sunlight
But don't get too close.

He is ferocious.
Even with fluffy tummy.
Google says it's so.

Hooray, I got in on the haiku this time.
I truly don't understand how Morgan can be the most ferocious monster, but Google puts him at humber 1 ferocity, so it must be true. This is what sleeps on my bed at night!

There are no photos in the ferocious monster post, but he looks suitably fierce here.

 
At 9:00 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

I am constantly amazed at the things you know about, Nathilie!

We should take this show on the road.....

 
At 9:06 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

A Monster indeed! Yay, you got in, just in the nick of time...This blog seems apt to burst into Haiku at any moment, and then, poof! Vanishes...

Like Brigadoon..

I want to write a Bengal sestina...Must go and research this..Sestinas, not Bengals, I KNOW about Bengals...

 
At 9:07 AM , Blogger gaypet said...

OMf Q that last one made me snort diet coke. Pee on the bed indeed!

 
At 9:12 AM , Blogger gaypet said...

I think that if I tried to write a sestina my head might explode. I'm not that good with structure. :)

Off to research Antisemitism in Renaissance England.

 
At 9:31 AM , Blogger Jess said...

The carpet guy's here,
nailing tack strips to the floor.
Think he'd like haiku?


Hee hee! That last one made me laugh, too. If Bengals wrote poetry, they wouldn't mess around. They'd be exactly like that. :D

Morgan is a regular Fluff Beast! Just look at him in his roly-poly magnificence.

 
At 9:35 AM , Blogger Phiala said...

But Morgan's ferocious, don't forget! :)

I have claws and teeth.
Why would I need poetry?
The claws are sharper.

(Er, poetry about why Bengals don't write poetry?)

 
At 9:42 AM , Blogger Chantrelle said...

Back in a bit for more chatting. Just wanted to make sure people knew that today is "Talk like a pirate day"
:)

 
At 9:57 AM , Blogger Jess said...

Yarr!

 
At 10:02 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

We need Paul for Talk Like a Pirate day, he's got t down good.

Jess, weren't you writing poetry for the Carpet Guy yesterday on why you hadn't cleaned out the closet???

And who says Bengals don't write poetry. Heck, they ARE poetry! In motion, always motion...

All my pirate jokes are bad...

 
At 10:34 AM , Blogger Chantrelle said...

I just very nervously sent you a night garden story. It's probably good that you can't stop e-mails once you hit send!

we have a cat named Johann but no one ever calls him that, he's just "Pooter"

If we ever get another cat, I'm stealing the cat's name from Curious George: Gnocchi. But we all know cats don't really have names right? ;-)

 
At 10:50 AM , Blogger Jess said...

And I just got your night garden story, Chantrelle, so there's no hope of escape for you now. Mwhahaha! I still owe you a reply, but I really liked it. :)

Gnocchi is my eternal weakness. I like my gnocchi in a tomato-basil cream sauce. Buuhh...

*slaps self*

Oh, right, cat names. Gnocchi is also an excellent name for a cat.

Here is my haiku for the carpet guy.

The closet is bare.
Now line its empty spaces
with deluxe padding.


What do you think? Too flirty? :D

Oh my Fod. My new office is finished! After a year and a half I have a new room! Yay! \o/

 
At 11:03 AM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

They have secret names that they hold close in their hearts.

HA! I got your Night Garden thing too, and also owe you a reply but the short version is I love it! Well done for trying something you weren't comfortable doing!

 
At 12:27 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

I feel like I MUST do this:

Potatoes, flour,
Guilty innocent pleasure.
Autumn comfort food.

 
At 12:48 PM , Blogger EmilyLady said...

I just e-mailed a very tiny and rather messy verse to you. I wrote it on a whim, as I mention in the e-mail, and this is because I felt more relaxed about the project once you had assured us Fiends of the lack of Good and Bad here.

~Emily

 
At 12:55 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

I want to be with you in your house, Nathilie. Can you make this Gnocci? I have never tried...

Hurray for the Night Garden! Two more today! Well done Emily, no good or bad!

(remember tho, they don't HAVE to be writing,,,This book needs some pictures too...)

 
At 1:10 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

And who else wants to know what the menu might be at a Night Garden feast?

That might be a sub-theme in and of itself, with each of us submitting a recipe. You could even invent a recipe with ingredients to which you wouldn't necessarily, or ordinarily, have access. Hmmm...

 
At 1:15 PM , Blogger Chantrelle said...

I'm always (obviously) up for a talk about food! I'll have to think about the recipe idea though.

 
At 1:21 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

It's also nice to know that I made sense last night. If I write for too long, I'm not sure that I make sense by the time I get finished. My mind wanders and I have to keep coming back to what I was saying, even with no distractions.

No, I haven't been tested for ADD. ;)

 
At 1:30 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

Chantrelle, you could also make a meal and take a photo of said meal, if you don't want to give out recipes. :)

 
At 1:32 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Night garden recipes? I so have to get this website UP!!!!!!!

Ah, time........

 
At 1:36 PM , Blogger AletaMay said...

Mine will have images and words. I am hoping to make some more progress on it this weekend. Yay!

Warm late summer day
Meetings are finished -- went well
Now the weekend starts

 
At 1:37 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

Yeah, Ms. Fabulous, I thought you might like that idea. :)

 
At 1:47 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

I do, I will so be happier once we have a home tho and the site is up.

Excellent Aleta! best of luck...

Weekend?

I've been reading on Sestinas. Hmmph. Just reading it hurts my brain...

We need bagpipes in the Olympics. Perhaps they can be the music..

 
At 1:57 PM , Blogger AletaMay said...

Songs stuck in my mind
Who Killed Amanda Palmer
Ampersand rocks me

 
At 2:12 PM , Blogger Chantrelle said...

Hey, i'm listening to Amanda Palmer right now!

 
At 2:25 PM , Blogger Phiala said...

I've listened to little OTHER than Amanda Palmer for the last week or so. Don't currently have headphones on, though.

And don't currently have enough brain left for even a haiku. :-P

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

I have very little brain left too.

Am listening to hold music at the rat bastard cell phone rebate line. SO far three rebates, all denied, over the last couple years... I said when we got the phone they were going to send another letter saying why we don't qualify...(Always a different reason)

Scam. May well be barely legal, but still a scam.

 
At 3:39 PM , Blogger ivenotime said...

braindead as well, and too many conflicts and "situations" today. sigh. i am going to crawl into my cave and hope tomorrow is better. love the verses all!

 
At 4:26 PM , Blogger mistress mousey said...

my brain = dead
no patience to make haikus
oh wait! this is one!

doom song in my head
stupid invader zim show
doom doom doomie doom

as to your flower,
black and white photography?
always my first choice

colours are pretty,
but distract from the structures
hidden in backgrounds

 
At 4:59 PM , Blogger Dragonsally said...

Bloody hell, I need to learn HTML better, its just taken me an hour to get this to work properly.

Years ago when our friend was a toddler, because of her propensity to use tooth and claw indiscriminately, Shane named Tysie Sabretooth. So, I give you...

sabretooth

 
At 5:20 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

I am all about food! Cooking is truly how I show the love. The thing about the Night Garden menu is that it could really be anything. Like brunch, in the middle of the night. Blitzes, Mexican Chocolate Cake (with a bit of cayenne), eclairs, pumpkin soup, polenta, gnocchi, eggplant parm, omelets, goat cheese souffle, waffles and some cocktail that I have yet to invent. Oh man, I need some time alone now!

 
At 5:22 PM , Blogger Chantrelle said...

gaypet - i feel the same way, food is what i do!

i'm off to drop the boy next door for a sleepover and hubby and i are heading to see Henry Rollins' spoken word.

 
At 5:27 PM , Blogger Stacy said...

Ginger; (long before I learned that's what English folks call redheads) was my best beloved cat; Taffy her twin sister.

We had a male named Sprocket. I love saying that word. Sprocket the rocket man.

I had a large black male named Warlock. He had giant scars on his face & many times he even scared me (and for a cat; that's saying something). I have never been afraid any cat. Dogs; on the other hand have never liked me as much as I have liked them. I've been thrice at different times in my life so I wasn't just the kid running up to the dogs face.

I was told by my best friend who is/was eternally dog tribe "What do you expect? You go up to the dog with every good intention in your human heart but you forget that what the dog sees is your true inner spirit; that of Tiger." And he wasn't referring to the 'cute; cuddly cat loving person tribe of tiger; Tiger with the capital T. *I miss him so much it still breaks my heart; but I think he was right*

I made an art quilt of a 'night garden' that may work. How do I get it to you? Or for that matter; for everyone else to see if they like it? Would it be appropriate to post it on my blog and redirect there? I'm so not cool enough to do the 'blue writing link' thing that you all have goin' on.

 
At 5:27 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Well Chantrelle, we will have to collaborate (with everyone else of course)on the menu for the June party! :)

Have fun at the spoken word. Sounds fun.

 
At 5:28 PM , Blogger Stacy said...

bitten...doh... thrice bitten.

 
At 5:31 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Stacy, you can learn the html. I know you can! An art quilt? You are so cool! I want to see!

 
At 5:32 PM , Blogger Phiala said...

Oh Gayle, I'm drooling on the laptop, and that's just not good for it.

 
At 5:43 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Hee hee. Thanks Phiala. My mother was a caterer so I don't know how to cook for less than 40 people. Which is why I need more friends who are actually in close proximity to my kitchen.

I am going to keep working on a Night Garden cocktail. My years of field research should be helpful.

 
At 5:46 PM , Blogger Phiala said...

I volunteer.

Oh wait... I don't come anywhere near close proximity of your kitchen. *pout*

 
At 6:08 PM , Blogger Stacy said...

green man

Here's one of my favorites; He resides in a private collection.

I'll have to photograph 'Verdi' & then get him on.

 
At 6:21 PM , Blogger Rubius said...

Wow!!!

Gayle, I love the poem. I love the line 'Big beautiful full white luscious Queen of the Night flowers' and I love the way it moves.

Val - you have me longing for the desert. I can almost hear the sand whispering after reading your poem.

Stacy - Nice quilt!!!! I am really looking forward to seeing your Night Garden quilt now!!!

ZIM!!! and GIR!!!! I love them (if you know the show you must imagine me saying that just like Gir says it). It has infiltrated my mind!! I'm the one who has pics of someone dressed up like Gir at the anime convention I went to last summer. There was only one Gir this year, and it didn't quite compare.

Damn, missed out on the haiku wars again!

Walked to work today thing of my yew tree with the song 'It had to be Yew, Wonderful Yew, It HAD TO BE YEW!!!!!' running through my head.

What lovely cuddly fluffy and ferocious beasts we have here. ... and to echo Lorraine, I too am SO glad that we have all come together here. What a confluence!

 
At 6:24 PM , Blogger Rubius said...

And yes... I too have been listening to Amanda Palmer all week (and last week). That video at the highschool... Strength through Music... wow... what a video (it is on youtube if you haven't seen it). Incredible.

 
At 6:55 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

My neighbor brought me pot roast...When she had heard I hadn't had dinner.

She brought enough for four.

Me, Venus, Min and.....

But that would be the subject of tonight's post.

Some days bring surprises...

 
At 7:02 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Well, Q, that is just sweet and lovely and a tiny bit of your good karma coming back to you. I hope you enjoy your dinner.

Thank you Rubius. I really didn't expect anyone to say nice things about my poem. I imagined it would be the one people would just choose not to comment on. :) You all are the best!!!

 
At 7:13 PM , Blogger Jess said...

Wow, Stacy! That's a gorgeous quilt. I can't wait to see your night garden quilt, either. I'm excited to see textile projects-- I know a few people mentioned doing them a while back. I have no crafty skills of that sort. I made a bath mat with a hook-rug kit once, but I don't think that counts.

My guess is blog it and then make sure Lorraine and I get the links; then maybe your post can be cross-posted on the new site? I'm interested to hear what you have to say about making it, too. :)

Golden Green Man quilt
reminds me it's near bedtime.
No brain for haiku.

 
At 7:15 PM , Blogger Jess said...

Gayle: don't sell yourself short. That's not "ignore" material! It's excellent. ;)

 
At 7:24 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Thanks Jess, you're sweet.

Stacy, the Green Man is such a beautiful work of art! Green Man holds a special place in my heart and yours is exceptional.

 
At 7:33 PM , Blogger Stacy said...

Oh Jess! You've immortalized him! How waycooliorific is that? And I love the pics of your felines; they are wonderful & black & so evocotively twin!

Gaypet! Thanks! Greenman is such an iconic image. I've never really liked the 'scary' versions; they sort of remind of me Lir.

Pot roast; yummy; now there's some comfort food. I'll have to make one now! Been living on chicken soup and it's daughters turn to cook & the brat won't go in and make French Toast for her poor sick mother *yells into the next room at beligerent teenager*.

*sigh* I need a wife

 
At 7:46 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Stacy, you did that quilt???Amazing! I can't wait to see more! (I need a wife too!)

Jess, you rock, and you know it.

I'll say it again, we are so cool.

Off to finish up a new post.....

 
At 7:53 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Yes! Let us all share a wife or two! As I have said before, "Everybody aught to have a maid" (Sondheim).

 
At 7:54 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

Don't forget like meringue mushrooms.

I attended a Society for Creative Anachronism event around fifteen years ago that was a Midsummer Ball. It was a collaborative event between a local S.C.A. branch and a fantasy group that visited as the Faery Courts led by Oberon and Titania. The event token was a horseshoe nail. The feast was a pot luck. We were told to be careful of faery food. There was one dish that I remember very well, though I don't remember whether or not I ate any of it. It appeared to be cubes of raw meat, though that is not what it was.

Not all recipes for the Night Garden might be fit for...human consumption. ;)

 
At 8:04 PM , Blogger ariandalen said...

That is a beautiful Green Man, Stacy.
I know that your Night Garden art quilt will be stunning. :)

 
At 8:17 PM , Blogger pantagruel said...

Catching up after a day away...

Good job on the haiku, all! Stacy, that's pretty cool. Gayle, remember, it's not a contest. ;)

Now, I must see what I can concoct for dinner from yogurt, cilantro, lemons, and diet coke. Yes, that's all that's in my fridge and pantry at the moment. Have I mentioned how much I suck at daily life? Writing? No problem! Painting? Got it. Art directing and flogging minions? I'm your woman. Keeping a fridge stocked and household running? ...not so much.

 
At 8:20 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Ariandalen, what fun! I would have gone for that Feast. I am not sure the Night Garden is for humans...But aren't we all a bit Fey?

I have Spooky Daughter for a Housekeeper, but a Wife for would nag me about things would be great.

 
At 8:29 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Meringue mushroom definitely. I did some porcini Iles Flottantes for friends once, and that could also be an alternative.
Granita of rose dew, anyone?

It had to be YEW? ROFL. We so think alike...

Wonderful quilt, Stacy. I can't wait to see what you have done for night garden.

 
At 8:36 PM , Blogger AletaMay said...

Stacy that is so beautiful!

I would love to see more of your work!

 
At 8:52 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Val, you and I would be great roommates! You could show me all of your lovely art (and I would ooh and ah because it is ooh and ah worthy) and you would encourage me to do a bit of my own. And I would have dinner on the table for you when you get home. As well as a hot breakfast for you before you start your day.

And many of the Night Garden fiends are our pets, right? So "not fit for humans" is OK!

 
At 8:52 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

It's funny about mushrooms, I love hunting them in the wild (they get fierce when cornered) but don't much like EATING them....

Stacy is, by the way, in charge of our Fiendish Olympics, all sports and rules to go thru her...

 
At 8:55 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Hmm, I have never hunted wild mushrooms but love eating all kinds. Yum!

 
At 9:06 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

I would just like to add another BRAVO to Dan for the guest blogging. You did such a wonderful job.

Get some rest and then write some more. Somewhere that we can read. Please?

 
At 9:13 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

Mushrooms are everywhere, you would be surprised..

And yes, way kudos and a toast to Dan for the guest blogging! Hard shoes to step into (didn't notice ME doing it did you?) If anyone could have pulled that gig off it was him.

And he did.

 
At 9:16 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

Gayle, you can follow the merry adventures of a webgoblin there.

 
At 9:26 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

Thanks Nathalie! You have a very great name by the way!

It's funny because I was walking Ginger today and saw lots of mushrooms and wished I knew if they were eatable. I would love to have someone who knows such things take me out in the woods and show which mushrooms I can eat. Assuming this person likes me and does not know (nor is in the employ of) my Ex. :P

 
At 9:35 PM , Blogger Stacy said...

I shall have to research schrooms. My knowledge base extends to these paltry facts

1. buy the ones where the top thingy is still connected to the stem and you can't see their little ribs

2. they are fungus

3. some folks *Like Alice* have eated them and gone on strange trips, indeed.

How we can incorporate them into olympic sport will need further suggestions from the all knowing 'seeing eye stone's'of Nathalie.

Humbly I await your divinations and revelations.

 
At 10:02 PM , Blogger gaypet said...

As it is now the Witching hour I either need to go to bed or do some magic. Either way I am off.

Sleep and/or wake well all!

 
At 10:04 PM , Blogger spacedlaw said...

You go to bed (you too Lorraine) and I shall go to the market.
Weather is nippy so I might actually wear Malena's jacket and the hat that Jess so likes.

 
At 10:18 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

We will go to sleep, and you will go to market, and tomorrow will be another day of adventure...

 
At 12:43 PM , Anonymous Marjorie said...

Gayle, love your poem - (especially the last lines, and 'the third time..')

Stacy - your quilt is amazing; I can't wait to see what you do with the night garden.

And Val - your poem is so beutiful, too. I just got back from morocco and your poem in now tangled in my mind with one of the gardens we saw (orange trees and olives in sunken orchards, behind ruined walls...)

I'm dithering over my nightgarden piece - I think I shall let it seethe in my head overnight, and try to pluck up courage to mail it tomorrow.. meanwhile, I just came across this quote, which i thought I should share

'The dame of the night garden, Sackville-West - fonder of the night. "Much have I loved the night," she wrote, "drinking the deep nocturnal silences... Daylight despoiled me of detachment; day confused me through the senses and the heart; only with nightfall could I stand apart and view the shaping pattern of my way." ' It was quoted by Hazel Silver, in the Guardian newspaper (http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2008/aug/23/gardens1)

 
At 1:06 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

I love that quote, Marjorie! So beautiful and true!!! And we can't wait for your Night Garden!!!!!

How was Moracco? I have always kind of wanted to go there....

 
At 2:52 PM , Anonymous Marjorie said...

Morocco was great - it's one of those places I'd thought for a while would be fascinating to vists, and managed to persaude my friend that that should be this year's girlie break! We were in Marrakech, for a week - wonderful, but with huge contrasts - amazing buildings, souks (i think you could get lost for days... and buy anything you can imagine) The square is full of everything from snake charmers to witch doctors (and dentists, with displays of 2nd hand teeth...) - and where ever you go, if you pause for a second, there will be someone there trying to sell you something, or give you directions (whether or not you want them..)

And cats, everywhere. Especially in the restaurants.

We didn't have tiem to go to the desert or the mountains, so I amy have to go back sometime.

Menawhile, if you're interested, I have some photos up at http://picasaweb.google.com/TMarjorie1/MarrakechMorocco#

The drivers would put even Boss to shame in scary-ness. I guess adding camels, donkey carts and mopeds carrying entire families to the mix doesn't help. Plus it seems that people can (or at least, do) go whichever way round roundabouts they fancy.

We walked, most places..

 
At 2:52 PM , Anonymous marjorie said...

ooops. sorry for typos. late night here :-)

 
At 3:16 PM , Blogger FabulousLorraine said...

No worries on the typos, I am the Queen of them.

Fods, it sounds so cool. I'll go and look at your pictures...

 

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