Elvis's Signature ...

[RedBagMan]

What's with this 9-5-9 stuff ??

I'm a 5-7-5 man myself ... Haiku-wise ...

"Neighbouring Office
I did Park and Loop last week
It was different"

(and that's a "true haiku too" - but that's just assonance )

[krussel]

err what ?

[fishtank]

err what ?

Poetry krussel.
You write a song and forget to add the music...i think that's how it works.

[pinstripe]

RedBagMan, don't you know that,

ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING!

[Indy]

What's with this 9-5-9 stuff ??

I'm a 5-7-5 man myself ... Haiku-wise ...

"Neighbouring Office
I did Park and Loop last week
It was different"

(and that's a "true haiku too" - but that's just assonance )

Thats not a haiku it has to have a seasonal reference! a "kigo" is it?

[DGP1]

What's with this 9-5-9 stuff ??

I'm a 5-7-5 man myself ... Haiku-wise ...

"Neighbouring Office
I did Park and Loop last week
It was different"

(and that's a "true haiku too" - but that's just assonance )

Thats not a haiku it has to have a seasonal reference! a "kigo" is it?

I'm even more confused now.............I prefer to read what's been written on the naughty room walls

[dvbuk55]

Thank you ver much uh hu.

[RedBagMan]

What's with this 9-5-9 stuff ??

I'm a 5-7-5 man myself ... Haiku-wise ...

"Neighbouring Office
I did Park and Loop last week
It was different"

(and that's a "true haiku too" - but that's just assonance )

Thats not a haiku it has to have a seasonal reference! a "kigo" is it?

OK then ... if you're getting *rsey ... replace "last week" with "natsu" (as in 'summer')

[krussel]

err what ?

Poetry krussel.
You write a song and forget to add the music...i think that's how it works.

Oh ok

I thought he was going on about ElvisGaddafi on here and he has not got a signature

[clashcityrocker]

I thought he was going on about ElvisGaddafi on here and he has not got a signature

So what does he do when he writes a cheque or receives a Special Delivery?

[RedBagMan]

Well I call it a signature .... as in ...

The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

...and it's 9-5-9 ...

Where's the man himself - "in hiding" or "left the building" ?

[krussel]

Well I call it a signature .... as in ...

The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house.

...and it's 9-5-9 ...

Where's the man himself - "in hiding" or "left the building" ?

Oh yeah i guess so

You know iam really not with it this week, i blame a slight cold as my head feels like its full of cotton wool

Ok elvis's sig is a part of a poem by Phil Larkin called Aubade. Enjoy

Philip Larkin: Aubade

I work all day, and get half drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain edges will grow light.
Till then I see what’s really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.

The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
- The good not used, the love not given, time
Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never:
But at the total emptiness forever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,
And specious stuff that says No rational being
Can fear a thing it cannot feel, not seeing
that this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anaesthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
A small unfocused blur, a standing chill
That slows most impulses down to indecision.
Most things may never happen: this one will,
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace fear when we are caught without
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave
Lets no-one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
Have always known, know that we can’t escape
Yet can’t accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house

[ElvisGaddafi]

Aubade - wonderful poem by wonderful poet. To paraphrase another of Larkin's famous works, 'This be the Verse', They f**k you up, the Royal Mail.

[ElvisGaddafi]

And since we're on the subject, I prefer a Tanka to a Haiku any day of the week. You can say so much more. It's 5-7-5-7-7 by the way.

[TrueBlueTerrier]

And since we're on the subject, I prefer a Tanka to a Haiku any day of the week. You can say so much more. It's 5-7-5-7-7 by the way.

I much prefer the 2 Long, 2 short and 1 long. Such as

There was a postie who liked to make time
To run on his delivery he thought was fine
Then the Union put a bar
On his use of a private car
Now he doesn't start bagging up till Nine