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Bartleby |
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Location: 6 String Ranch | OK but can you get the cut-out stand-up Jesus doll there? |
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Location: NJ | Hmmph!!
I don' see no "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish" on there . . .
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Location: Earth·SolarSystem·LocalInterstellarCloud·Local Bub | and this too...
Encyclopedia of Life |
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Location: Earth·SolarSystem·LocalInterstellarCloud·Local Bub | I couldn't find The Calvin and Hobbs Anthology either, Clifford
Beal, I'm gonna order the Dress-Up Jesus. |
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Location: Campbell River, British Columbia | They don't stock Jasper Fforde ,
they're not worth Sshite! |
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Location: NJ | ". . Beal, I'm gonna order the Dress-Up Jesus . ."
Make sure y'get the "TGIF" one. |
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Location: Latitude 39.56819, Longitude -105.080066 | Jeff, it never ceases to amaze me the websites you uncover while trolling for porn. |
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Location: Keepin' It Weird in Portland, OR | Originally posted by Jeff W.:
I couldn't find The Calvin and Hobbs Anthology either, Clifford
Beal, I'm gonna order the Dress-Up Jesus. Hey!? What ever happened to Bloom County? :confused: |
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Location: Campbell River, British Columbia | It wilted.
But Berkley Breathed is still out there somewhere; writing and colouring.... sorry, coloring. (after all, it's all about U.) |
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My favorite poem:
The Windhover
Gerard Manley Hopkins
I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate’s heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird,—the achieve of; the mastery of the thing!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride, plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: shéer plód makes plough down sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion. |
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Location: Campbell River, British Columbia | I'll see your Hopkins and raise you a Marvell
To His Coy Mistress
Andrew Marvell. 1621–1678
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges' side
Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires, and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, Lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song: then worms shall try
That long preserved virginity,
And your quaint honour turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust:
The grave 's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run. |
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Location: Pacific Northwest Inland Empire | Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker. |
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Location: NJ | . . you can drink all the liquor down in Costa Riccah,
ain' nobody's bidness but my own . . . |
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Location: Atlanta, GA. | Only poetry that makes sense to me is limericks. |
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Location: Cicero, NY | I was just an oblivious kid (as they all should be) watching Laugh-In when Jack Lemmon came out and read a poem that absolutely stopped me in my tracks and has stuck with me for years.
Abercrombie's The Box .
Ironically it's just as relevant now as then. |
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Location: Capital District, NY, USA Minor Outlying Islands | Is that Bartleby, as in Bartleby the Scrivener, by Melville? Bartleby was a tragic character.
It is one of my favorite stories, about downtown new york.
Great scene in the Tombs, where Bartleby dies: The Tombs, for a while, was called the Bernard Kerick Memorial Complex. Talk about irony. |
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Location: Earth·SolarSystem·LocalInterstellarCloud·Local Bub | I can't say that it's named for Melville's, Bartleby, but I assumed it was...
I don't think it would be a direct reference to the biblical 'Bartleby' (-the gospel according to Kevin Smith) and I don't think it's the name of a founder/benefactor... |
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Location: Earth·SolarSystem·LocalInterstellarCloud·Local Bub | From Wikipedia
Bartleby.com is an electronic text archive, headquartered in New York and named after Herman Melville's Bartleby the Scrivener. It was founded under the name "Project Bartleby" in January 1993 by Steven H. van Leeuwen as a personal, non-profit collection of classic literature on the website of Columbia University. In 1997 it moved to its own domain, bartleby.com, and was called "The New Bartleby Library". In September 1999 Bartleby.com was incorporated and started to focus on reference works, including the contemporary 6th edition of the Columbia Encyclopedia. The original founder is now chairman and president of the privately held company. Its main source of revenue seems to be web advertising. Access to the collection is free to all Internet users. |
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Location: Illinois, U.S.A. | "It's time we got some friggin' culture 'round here " --- Topic
I thought this thread was going to be about Wisconsin cheeses .... |
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It's time we got some friggin' culture 'round here