MEMBERS VERSE

[Noonan McKane]

I deleted this topic a few days ago. This reasons for this are many and complex. However, the main reason; and indeed the only one we need concern ourselves with for now, is that I am a twat.

If, by deleting this topic, I removed any of your work, I humbly apologise, and ask that you re-sharpen your quill and write more.


To re-open 'Member's Verse', I offer the only thing I can find in my book for the moment. A poem, dated March 2004:


"CAST IRON"

Nelson was famous, people thought he was sweet,
In a painting, lying dying in a nice shirt; Saying "Kiss me",
But it was Apsley,
Not Nelson; He's hardly even British, not as British,
Not an ounce!
As him in boots and britches,
Buckled beak, bloodthirsty smile,
That graced the five pound note.

If Boney met the iron duke, in honour,
On the Eton playing field,
Would Apsley count out all ten steps? No,
The 'Fire In The Guts Of The British Army' would turn!
'Fore even two!
And simply shoot him in the back!
Then kick him till he split!
That could have been the tenner.

God charges his sword with righteousness,
Yet only the duke may lick the blood from the blade,
So nourishing him, and making us great,
The empire is iron,
Is a gigantic weight.

We painted our banners brightly,
Spoke so thoughtfully, of The Bible,
Carried pistols and razors and opium,
We explained.
We debated and argued and proved,
Kept christian hours and combed our hair,
Washed our groins, rarely swore and kept order,
As we raped, killed and crushed all things which fell under us,
The natives loved us, some still do,
This empire, this flag, we pure few.

We invented the gas lamp,
To better look upon the fairground curios:
Of pauper's children, skinned, for sport,
Turned inside out and hanging in the August air,
Glistening, near the smoking stumps,
And cages full of negro savages,
Spears and bones and crusted paint,
The gaily painted carousels.

[violaviolet]

the avatar never came
like so many wayward promises that have
crossed a threshold
i still wait
an anxious vixen of circumstance

[Miserable Liar]

Awful

[Miserable Liar]

Hmmmmmmmmm

[elko]

Pretty good, although if it wasn't clear that it was from a persona it could look a little juvenile perhaps.

Anyway, I'd love to see some more stuff.

[Miserable Liar]

Hmmmmm

[Miserable Liar]

This is a song i wrote about a story i played out in my head, see what ya think


Yuck

[Miserable Liar]

Hmmmmmm awful

[elko]

I'm in the process of merging these lyrics into here - maybe it wasn't made to clear but this is the place for them.

[Miserable Liar]

sorry elko, my bad <!--emo&:(--><!--endemo-->

[elko]

No trouble at all - its just nice to see some stuff in here. Maybe I'll dig out some of my fawning, desperate lyrics later, or possibly just some auto-pilot ones.

[elko]

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[chicken]

sorry, publication is around the corner.

[elko]

That's really interesting. Very Mangum-esque, in a good way of course - a similarly surreal style but with complete different ideas.

[chicken]

<!--QuoteBegin-Noonan McKane+Feb 12 2005, 10:22 PM--></div><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td>QUOTE (Noonan McKane @ Feb 12 2005, 10:22 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Yeah, I like that, too.

It's very intricate, very considered.

Looks very personal, Chicken. Is it? <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
thank you for the kind words. i'm <!--emo&:blink:--><!--endemo--> about being compared to mangum. wow.


yes, it is personal....about a recent obsession over an asian friend of mine.