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THE WORD AND VERSE Issue 2 - P2
The word and verse is an independent publication put together by members of DU for the purposes of entertainment and is in no way intended
to offend or cause outbursts of suicide. -Dec-
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Factoids and more rumors: Thomas Hardy
When British poet and novelist Thomas Hardy died on January 11, 1928, his literary contemporaries decided he was too
important to be buried in his hometown's simple churchyard.
But the good people of Dorset, where Hardy had spent nearly all of his 88 years, vehemently disagreed. So the two groups
reached a grisly compromise.
The author's body was cremated, and his ashes were interred in the Poet's Corner of Westminster Abbey. Hardy's heart, on the
other hand, was placed inside a small casket and buried beside the grave of his first wife in a Dorset churchyard.
To this day, a rumor persists that the author's heart was accidentally devoured by his housekeeper's cat, and that the heart
of a pig was buried in its place.
source, CNN.com/living
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**Does Viddax get well paid for leaping around England with the other nine lords at this time of year?
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Let's get the name write: A Glossary of Bullshit
My Dear friends, I wonder if I may have your ears a moment. I would like to start a campaign of naming things as what they are, rather than the
technique we currently use of naming things according to what we don’t want to say. For your edification and general enjoyment, here is a list
to get you going:
Homeland security: Xenophobic fear incubator leading to endless human rights abuses both inside and outside the United States.
Japanese whaling research program: Slim front for the Japan to slaughter endangered species outside their own fishing waters.
Recyclables: Heavily processed energy intensive material that might be recycled somewhere some time if the place it was sold in has the
technology and cash available to do so.
Green coal: Ordinary coal with the word green written in front of it.
Religious brotherhood: Group of people clinging to some sort of exclusionary dogma.
National interest: Get-out term to allow nations to do things like keep lots and lots of bombs 'at the ready'.
Free trade agreement: A system of trade that ensure the poorest people always get the shittiest jobs, and as soon as they demand some
sort of equality, we can ship the job to another more appreciative country of poor people.
ADHD: Children we used to call firebrands and go-getters who can’t sit still for the teacher.
SUV: A vehicle that has been given a name that means it does not have to conform to the emission reductions agreed to in international
treaties on climate change.
Immigrant: Person of a different skin colour or religion to me who has moved here to take my job and rape my daughter.
3rd world economy: A country that first world countries have loaned enough money that them and their children will be forever poor so
we can have cheap shoes and phones.
Antarctic treaty: A document used to keep everyone away from the oil and minerals on the Antarctic continent until the countries who signed
it need them.
Corporation: A name used to disguise and legally hide the excessive greed of individual people by pretending that ‘a corporation did it’.
Muggle will be very interested to hear of any other definitions you would like to include. -GGM
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**Is opheliac enrolled in the SPONSOR A GREEK program on Page 1?
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Featured Poet:
**Cthonian**[/font]
As much as we enjoy love-handling and taking the piss out of the community, the bunch of us here at W&V hope you all know that as members
and amateurs ourselves, we do have a serious appreciation for poetry, and because of that impeccable taste we have been blessed with, we are
pleased to name Cthonian our second featured poet! His themes tend toward the heavy and heady, with a rich vocabulary that accent-
uates the juice-laden, dark and brutally real imagery that is often so very delicately balanced on the edge of vile. He brings blazing emotion up three
dimensionally through the page by connotation-sodden word choices to lay us a tapestry well worth the taking in whether in short verse or a
longer piece, and even in the nonchalance. This poet regularly makes me, as a reader, feel the beast caged inside the lines, and that's why he is
gracing our space this week. Congrats, Cthonian. We know you must be thrilled. - EV
Frozen Garden[/font]
by Cthonian
Standing under
a cracked black sheet of night,
I sit in iced weeds,
next to the dark tar
of a buried artificial fire.
(The fire we lit months ago,
and danced around.)
She approaches me, almost silent.
Tells me that inside,
the people are getting tired.
Drinks flowed, down teenage throats.
Hilarity, hysteria. Laughs with friends.
There has been an argument,
and the house owners have retired to bed,
crying and moaning.
I smile with her,
more laughs just for us
bursting with controlled platony.
I finish smoking
(lung tar had not yet affected me),
and, with striking terror,
yet simultaneously falling into
sheer unbridled rapture,
I find she has seized my stained hand,
and leads me away from the frozen garden.
To a lane,
where rubbish is kept,
she halts me,
and my heart is beating
a hundred thousand million beats an age.
False, red, perfect hair
shines in darkness.
Her awkward smile
closes, purses,
towards me.
Commanding all the
gravity in this universe,
she brings me to her holy lips fast.
And when I kiss her,
every single sun and moon and particle
collides inside my chest, which explodes
with celestial purity.
Are we standing on a
single dirty black concrete slab
with nothing for eternity
just a few metres from
that frozen garden?
My grip, soft for once,
slides from her fragile shoulders
to her divine hips.
Some soft material
covering her porcelain, doll-like frame.
Nothing before has ever been experienced
quite like this late-night union.
[I wish I could remember how her lips tasted
and felt, but to me now,
they only serve to remind me
how she transported me skyward,
whilst pushing my essence down
towards the core of the earth;
as if every dimension that could ever be perceived
were shatted and stamped on.]
I do still recall how we broke
our glued lips apart,
slamming with ease back
to this now-perfect globe,
in which nothing and everything matters.
Leading me with
her angelic fingers
inside the house now,
where everyone sleeps.
To a vacant room she takes me,
and the flame that circles the world
ignites inside me again,
as we clasp around each other
like a cheap lock on some fake jewellery,
scarred and rusted by nature.
My hands on her sculpted body
I lose every ounce of control,
and despite my burning heart,
I am as calm as a lake
in a landscape
not touched by intelligence
for countless years.
www.deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Cthonian/
I personally recommend this poem of Cthonian's:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/2605-i-climb-up-the-stairs/
Be warned, it is graphic and powerful. -EV
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Poem Box[/font]
The correct use of apostrophes can be tricky at first to master. Here are some simple rules to help:
1. When writing an abbreviation of, for instance, "the dog is eating,"
change "dog is" to "dog's." The apostrophe is there as a substitute for the letter "i."
2. An apostrophe is also needed when using a noun in the possessive context. "The dog's bone," for instance.
3. If you want to use the possessive context to indicate something belongs to a group, the apostrophe goes after the "s."
"The [many] dogs' dinner," for instance.
4. When writing an abbreviation of "you are," replace the "a" with an apostrophe,
like so: "you're a dog."
A common mistake is to use "your" as an abbreviation, when it is in fact a possessive term.
"Your dog is eating," for example.
5. When writing an abbreviation of "they are" or "they have," replace the "a" and the "ha," respectively, with an apostrophe.
For instance, "they're playing with the dogs," or "they've owned those dogs since they were puppies."
A common mistake is to confuse "they're" with "their."
The latter is a possessive term, used like so:
"those are their dogs." The point of these abbreviations is to shorten the two words you're
trying to use into one. -JT
--------
**How does one legally go about acquiring autumn_018's phone number?
....................................................................................................................................................................
Link to page three;
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/35681-the-word-and-verse-issue-2---p3/
to offend or cause outbursts of suicide. -Dec-
Zoom Out[/font]
Factoids and more rumors: Thomas Hardy
When British poet and novelist Thomas Hardy died on January 11, 1928, his literary contemporaries decided he was too
important to be buried in his hometown's simple churchyard.
But the good people of Dorset, where Hardy had spent nearly all of his 88 years, vehemently disagreed. So the two groups
reached a grisly compromise.
The author's body was cremated, and his ashes were interred in the Poet's Corner of Westminster Abbey. Hardy's heart, on the
other hand, was placed inside a small casket and buried beside the grave of his first wife in a Dorset churchyard.
To this day, a rumor persists that the author's heart was accidentally devoured by his housekeeper's cat, and that the heart
of a pig was buried in its place.
source, CNN.com/living
--------
**Does Viddax get well paid for leaping around England with the other nine lords at this time of year?
....................................................................................................................................................................
Let's get the name write: A Glossary of Bullshit
My Dear friends, I wonder if I may have your ears a moment. I would like to start a campaign of naming things as what they are, rather than the
technique we currently use of naming things according to what we don’t want to say. For your edification and general enjoyment, here is a list
to get you going:
Homeland security: Xenophobic fear incubator leading to endless human rights abuses both inside and outside the United States.
Japanese whaling research program: Slim front for the Japan to slaughter endangered species outside their own fishing waters.
Recyclables: Heavily processed energy intensive material that might be recycled somewhere some time if the place it was sold in has the
technology and cash available to do so.
Green coal: Ordinary coal with the word green written in front of it.
Religious brotherhood: Group of people clinging to some sort of exclusionary dogma.
National interest: Get-out term to allow nations to do things like keep lots and lots of bombs 'at the ready'.
Free trade agreement: A system of trade that ensure the poorest people always get the shittiest jobs, and as soon as they demand some
sort of equality, we can ship the job to another more appreciative country of poor people.
ADHD: Children we used to call firebrands and go-getters who can’t sit still for the teacher.
SUV: A vehicle that has been given a name that means it does not have to conform to the emission reductions agreed to in international
treaties on climate change.
Immigrant: Person of a different skin colour or religion to me who has moved here to take my job and rape my daughter.
3rd world economy: A country that first world countries have loaned enough money that them and their children will be forever poor so
we can have cheap shoes and phones.
Antarctic treaty: A document used to keep everyone away from the oil and minerals on the Antarctic continent until the countries who signed
it need them.
Corporation: A name used to disguise and legally hide the excessive greed of individual people by pretending that ‘a corporation did it’.
Muggle will be very interested to hear of any other definitions you would like to include. -GGM
--------
**Is opheliac enrolled in the SPONSOR A GREEK program on Page 1?
..................................................................................................................................................................
Featured Poet:
**Cthonian**[/font]
As much as we enjoy love-handling and taking the piss out of the community, the bunch of us here at W&V hope you all know that as members
and amateurs ourselves, we do have a serious appreciation for poetry, and because of that impeccable taste we have been blessed with, we are
pleased to name Cthonian our second featured poet! His themes tend toward the heavy and heady, with a rich vocabulary that accent-
uates the juice-laden, dark and brutally real imagery that is often so very delicately balanced on the edge of vile. He brings blazing emotion up three
dimensionally through the page by connotation-sodden word choices to lay us a tapestry well worth the taking in whether in short verse or a
longer piece, and even in the nonchalance. This poet regularly makes me, as a reader, feel the beast caged inside the lines, and that's why he is
gracing our space this week. Congrats, Cthonian. We know you must be thrilled. - EV
Frozen Garden[/font]
by Cthonian
Standing under
a cracked black sheet of night,
I sit in iced weeds,
next to the dark tar
of a buried artificial fire.
(The fire we lit months ago,
and danced around.)
She approaches me, almost silent.
Tells me that inside,
the people are getting tired.
Drinks flowed, down teenage throats.
Hilarity, hysteria. Laughs with friends.
There has been an argument,
and the house owners have retired to bed,
crying and moaning.
I smile with her,
more laughs just for us
bursting with controlled platony.
I finish smoking
(lung tar had not yet affected me),
and, with striking terror,
yet simultaneously falling into
sheer unbridled rapture,
I find she has seized my stained hand,
and leads me away from the frozen garden.
To a lane,
where rubbish is kept,
she halts me,
and my heart is beating
a hundred thousand million beats an age.
False, red, perfect hair
shines in darkness.
Her awkward smile
closes, purses,
towards me.
Commanding all the
gravity in this universe,
she brings me to her holy lips fast.
And when I kiss her,
every single sun and moon and particle
collides inside my chest, which explodes
with celestial purity.
Are we standing on a
single dirty black concrete slab
with nothing for eternity
just a few metres from
that frozen garden?
My grip, soft for once,
slides from her fragile shoulders
to her divine hips.
Some soft material
covering her porcelain, doll-like frame.
Nothing before has ever been experienced
quite like this late-night union.
[I wish I could remember how her lips tasted
and felt, but to me now,
they only serve to remind me
how she transported me skyward,
whilst pushing my essence down
towards the core of the earth;
as if every dimension that could ever be perceived
were shatted and stamped on.]
I do still recall how we broke
our glued lips apart,
slamming with ease back
to this now-perfect globe,
in which nothing and everything matters.
Leading me with
her angelic fingers
inside the house now,
where everyone sleeps.
To a vacant room she takes me,
and the flame that circles the world
ignites inside me again,
as we clasp around each other
like a cheap lock on some fake jewellery,
scarred and rusted by nature.
My hands on her sculpted body
I lose every ounce of control,
and despite my burning heart,
I am as calm as a lake
in a landscape
not touched by intelligence
for countless years.
www.deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/Cthonian/
I personally recommend this poem of Cthonian's:
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/2605-i-climb-up-the-stairs/
Be warned, it is graphic and powerful. -EV
....................................................................................................................................................................
Poem Box[/font]
The correct use of apostrophes can be tricky at first to master. Here are some simple rules to help:
1. When writing an abbreviation of, for instance, "the dog is eating,"
change "dog is" to "dog's." The apostrophe is there as a substitute for the letter "i."
2. An apostrophe is also needed when using a noun in the possessive context. "The dog's bone," for instance.
3. If you want to use the possessive context to indicate something belongs to a group, the apostrophe goes after the "s."
"The [many] dogs' dinner," for instance.
4. When writing an abbreviation of "you are," replace the "a" with an apostrophe,
like so: "you're a dog."
A common mistake is to use "your" as an abbreviation, when it is in fact a possessive term.
"Your dog is eating," for example.
5. When writing an abbreviation of "they are" or "they have," replace the "a" and the "ha," respectively, with an apostrophe.
For instance, "they're playing with the dogs," or "they've owned those dogs since they were puppies."
A common mistake is to confuse "they're" with "their."
The latter is a possessive term, used like so:
"those are their dogs." The point of these abbreviations is to shorten the two words you're
trying to use into one. -JT
--------
**How does one legally go about acquiring autumn_018's phone number?
....................................................................................................................................................................
Link to page three;
http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/35681-the-word-and-verse-issue-2---p3/
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