Friday, February 23, 2007

Poetry Cornered


Hi everybody,

This post is dedicated to Gautami Tripathy and her wonderful poetry blog. Did I just hear a groan from the black sheep? Yes, I said "poetry". Some of you could use a bit of exposure to the finer things. And I don't mean going to the museum on field trip days in your special trenchcoat, either.

Okay, are you all ready, with tea and strumpets in hand? Good. I would first like to start off with a favorite classic from Shel Silverstein, entitled "It's All The Same To The Clam".

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It's All The Same To The Clam by Shel Silverstein

You may leave the Clam on the ocean floor
It's all the same to the Clam.
For a hundred thousand years or more,
It's all the same to the Clam.
You may bury him deep in mud or muck,
Or carry him round to bring you luck.
Or use him for a hockey puck.
It's all the same to the Clam.

You may call him Frank or Jim or Nell
It's all the same to the Clam.
Or make an ashtray from his shell.
It's all the same to the clam.
You may take him riding on a train
or leave him sitting in the rain.
You'll never hear the Clam complain.
It's all the same to the Clam.

Yes the world may stop or the world may spin
It's all the same to the Clam.
And the sky may come a fallin' in
It's all the same to the Clam.
And man may sing his endless songs,
of wronging rights and righting wrongs.
The Clam just sets - and gets along.
It's all the same to the Clam.

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My take? We can learn a lot from the clam. The first thing we can learn is that in this great big world, the problems of one (or two) people don't amount to a hill of beans. So clam the f*ck up and deal with it. And remember, it's all the same to the clam.

Okay, now that I've hog-tied you with witty-prose and greased you up for more; here is a poem that I just wrote in the comments on Gautami's blog, where yesterday's theme was "the body knows".

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My Body by Pug Puerileuwaite

My body perhaps could be a temple
But when I find myself alone
In the dark
Too often I find the need
To treat my body
As if it were an amusement park

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My first entry, submitted a while back, was on the topic of "chalk" (no, not caulk, so get your filthy minds out of the gutter).

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Chalk by Pug Puerileuwaite

Tracing and placing
Giving one-dimensional boundary
to a multi-dimensional shape
From a form of existence
in this existence no more
Starkly the chalkline reveals
one fact from the case
Where the vessel wound up
in time and in space
Spirit released into limitless sky
Point no finger at me
I have an alibi

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Well that does it for this inaugural installment of "Poetry Cornered". You may all go back to eating Sterno from the can, and watching "Three's Company" reruns.

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62 comments:

leelee said...

My god pug, you are genius!!

Such prose...and from a pug no less. I am greatly impressed.

Now..lets talk marketing...I'm thinking T-shirts and possibly bumper stickers that read:

It's all the same to the clam

NOW i HAVE A PROJECT...i'M EXCITED..

Have your people get in touch with my people..pronto

Enemy of the Republic said...

Oh, you deleted me too!

Serena Joy said...

Dang, Pug, you ARE a poet. Put your name in the hat for the Great Poetry Slam coming up somewhere, sometime.

Love the philosophy of the Clam. Not so much the grease or the hog-tying, but the Tao of it is good.

/t. said...

hey,
pugly one

looks like yr
really wowing the
ladies with this sensitive poet gig -- kudos to you, dog breath

"Chalk" is... deep, man (and, how did you know about Three's Company?)

/t.

puerileuwaite said...

Leelee - Aw, shucks. The only thing is that we'll have to ever-so-slightly change the phrase so that Shel's heirs don't come after us for their rightful royalties.

But unfortunately, "my" people don't seem to be responding promptly to "my" calls, so please do me a favor and see if your people can get in touch with my people; and hopefully at some point I'll attain the proper orbit with those folks and get back to you.

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Enemy - It's only because I couldn't get into your blog, and suspected that you might want me to delete the link. Do you want me to restore it? And if so, how can I get access (if you do want me to)? I am so confused as to what you want.

I am glad to hear from you, and I aim to please (and I miss your blog). Let me know ... either here or via private email at studpug@gmail.com.

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Serena - I get it ... so you want LESS bondage and more insight. Check. (Sheesh! It's like I totally don't know you anymore).

Is there any chance that the Poetry Slam is being held at Denny's this year? Because my mind has already started to wander onto the possibility of also having a Grand Slam Breakfast as well.

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/t. - I don't know what you're implying. It's ALWAYS been about the poetry and being true to myself. I'm a rebel that way.

(Okay, are the ladies out of the blog? Yeah ... it IS quite the gig ... I better stock up on aftershave!)

Serena Joy said...

No, no, no. I don't know nothin' about no insight. I do know pancakes, and I sort of like IHOP's better than Denny's. Although, if there's enough after shave it doesn't really matter.

puerileuwaite said...

Serena - Well then. Now that I better know your tastes, I shall lay it* on extra thick.







(* I meant the aftershave ... why, what were you thinking?)

Mighty Dyckerson said...

You totally stole the chalk poem idea from me! I wrote a similar piece back in grade school:

Chalk
A single piece
Lying on the chalk tray of life
Awaiting its destiny
In a room filled with young minds

Chalk
A single smudge
Scattered upon the skirt of our teacher
Leaving its mark
Holy shit, that woman is a bitch

Little Lamb said...

This is a very interesting post.

Serena Joy said...

Why, I wasn't thinking anything at all. I was too overcome by the thought of after shave AND pancakes. I love the smell of extra thick pancakes in the morning. Why, what did you think I was thinking?

Scary Monster said...

Wel, well, well. Puppy has talent that goes far beyond the tickle spots. Me likes the recent increase in poetry posts.
Putting your stuff under Shel's was an act of incredible bravery young pug.
He be one of my faves.

Slam? Did someone say slam??

puerileuwaite said...

Mighty D - You have talent, Evil One. I like the contrasts between the two poems: the first one, so depressing; the second, both titillating AND life affirming.

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Lamby - So, did it speak to you? And if so, what did it say? Hopefully, nothing that encourages random thoughts of violence and destruction (like the quatrain piece).

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Serena - I wasn't sure if you meant the aftershave, pancake batter, or the banter. Just in case (because - so I've been told - women are known to change their minds) I better go extra-heavy with all three items. In fact, I'm famous in theses parts for adding aftershave TO the pancake batter. It's a nice touch. That way even the burps smell like yours truly.

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Scary - I was tempted to leave Shel's name out, and force readers to guess which poems were mine. But it's been a long week, and I wanted to go easy on their exhausted minds. Slam? Oops ... I meant STOMP!

Serena Joy said...

If happiness is a warm puppy, then scented pancake burps from a poetic Pug must be pure delirium. I wouldn't mind some pancakes this morning. Alas, I am too lazy to make them.

Bella Page said...

Puggles,
I am more in love with you now that I know that you can write poetry ... it's so nice to see this side of you.

I just love Joyland. Hmmmmm do you know what that is?

Reverend Sumangali Tania Pink said...

oh dear...you do need some time off

;)

one pug's poetry is another pug's pancake burbs? (?)

i think you're on to something here - chicks dig rhymes - takes us back to our dr. seuss days and leaves us all warm and gooey (not really a pancake reference, but do with it what you may) and once we're all feeling the warmth of childhood we can't see the pug hiding in the sheep's clothing

;)

you have talent pugsy!

kate said...

and who said dogs and poetry dont mix? lmao...

Malnurtured Snay said...

Is that a water-toilet he's holding in that first photo?

puerileuwaite said...

Serena - You're my kinda gal. And if my knowledge of music trivia is accurate, that was the original working title of John Lennon's "Happiness Is a Warm Gun", but the NRA bribed him to change it (a lot of people don't know that). Now ... what to plan for lunch and dinner ...

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Bella - I don't like to brag, but I also paint and sculpt. Joyland? I'll have to Google it to find out if your version is the same as mine. My Joyland is much like the Garden of Eden, with you at the center provocatively posing in a clamshell. And my objective is to look for the pearl. Who needs apples from the forbidden tree?

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Reverend - I am pretty certain of what you're implying, but rest assured that I'm all about the poetry. If what I write heats women up to their inner core, and makes them want to experience the poet as well; then who am I to judge, as long as my prose is straight and true.

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Kate - Whomever it was, he or she is understandably jealous and unsure of their own ability to create. The world is full of fire hydrants in all shapes and sizes that one can use for their own canvas.

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MSnay - Technically it is a flotation device. But you do bring up a valid point: why COULDN"T it be both? To borrow and paraphrase from the immortal Bobby Kennedy, "Some people look at things and say 'Why?'. I look at things and say "Why not?'.

Crashtest Comic said...

I didn't know you were gay.

Crashtest Comic said...

I just wrote a poem:

Ode to my Balls

O balls of mine
so curly in the morn
awaken at the prosepect
of internet porn.

Where have you gone
my Britney Spears?
To rehab
my balls dost fear!

Crashtest Comic said...

I just wrote a poem:

Ode to my Balls

O balls of mine
so curly in the morn
awaken at the prosepect
of internet porn.

Where have you gone
my Britney Spears?
To rehab
my balls dost fear!

gautami tripathy said...

pug, I knew you would come out of it. I have enjoyed your poetry on my blog replying to my posts.

That Shel Silverstein poem is very good. Infact of most of what he wrote is great. One should read his whatif?
One of my favourites.

Welcome to poetry world. I look forward for you to join in various prompts..:D

Thanks for the dedication. But I don't really deserve it. It is you who has the inherent talent to write poetry.

Reverend Sumangali Tania Pink said...

lol pugsy...

i dunno about the prose...

but as long as you're straight, i'll be true ;)

puerileuwaite said...
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puerileuwaite said...

Crash - Neither did I. Oh sure, I do tend to enjoy the occasional musical, and have been fooled many times too often by the occasional tranny (but in those cases, dinner was already paid for ... so ... when in New York ...).

And heck - I've even realized that your standup act causes one of my own, south of my "equator".

Your poem was a blessing, and so memorable that moving forward I shall no longer wonder where Joe DiMaggio has gone to.

It took a biblical set of cojones to write it.

And if it's not too late* (* if she hasn't already carved a swastika into her forehead and joined the Manson family), Britney may draw inspirational toxicity from your poem and go airborne once again.

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Gautami - Seriously, I have been inspired to attempt poetry due to your blog, and your encouragement. And yes, whevener I can, I would be delighted to participate (provided that you do not mind my "askew" perspective ... I ate a lot of paint chips as a kid, but we had to eat what was on the table).

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Reverend - Even though I'm slightly warped, I'll try to be true as long as you continue to be on the level. Glad we have that straight, because I'm so weary of being thrown curves (seems like everyone has an angle).

RevRee said...

But I'm not a full blooded "black" sheep...

puerileuwaite said...

Still Rev, you DO pass the test. White Sheep might use a feather during foreplay. Black Sheep would prefer the whole chicken.

Now let's play chicken.

Pud said...

Wow! Who knew you were so cultured?!?

puerileuwaite said...

Pud - Judging by the responses I've received, no one, apparently. One of my next projects will be to paint you in the nude (I'll leave you in suspense as to which of us will be in the nude).

tfg said...

Wow, that was truly moving. In fact, you've inspired me to write some prose of my own:

Come and knock on our door.
We’ve been waiting for you.
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his, three's company too.

Come and dance on our floor.
Take a step that is new.
We’ve a lovable space that needs your face, three’s company too.

GirlGoyle said...

I know a lot of clams...
The cry...
The whine...
The bitch and pine
It's all the same to me!

limpy99 said...

There once was a Pug from Nantucket/ Whose..

Oh, never mind, that's a limerick.

puerileuwaite said...

TFG - Wow. It's as if you're "channeling" great poets from the past! And you've reminded me that poetry isn't simply a reflection of real life, but it can serve as inspiration as well.

How so? Well, for instance:

"Come and knock on our door.
We’ve been waiting for you.
Where the kisses are hers and hers and his, three's company too."

(Inspires me to try that new "alternative lifestyle club" that's always advertising in the back of the free weekly metro newspaper)

Come and dance on our floor.
Take a step that is new.

(Inspires me to take up the lambada, and try it out at that mudwrestling joint)

We’ve a lovable space that needs your face, three’s company too.

(Inspires me to try this as my "secret weapon" pickup line)

Leave it to an engineer to re-engineer my love life.

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Girlgoyle - Well then, let's get busy making some pearls.

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Limpy - Quatrains: check. Poems: check. You, my friend, are going to have a field day when I finally get around to my limerick post.

Bella Page said...

Dear Puggles,

Joyland I would be
But you see
There is one thing
that stops this fling

Your desire I love
I know it would make me sing like a dove

I read your lines and I hear
A man who doesn't need beer
To know that he can speak his heart
And make it not sound like a

LOL okay I suck!

Puggles take care of you, I will be out of town for a couple of weeks.

puerileuwaite said...

Bella - Allow me to say what a few (okay, MORE than a few) women have said to me: "Well, you tried, because you wanted to make me happy. That counts for a lot in my book. Enough to think of you fondly no matter who I happen to be with".

Enemy of the Republic said...

Have you read her blog on the Gita as well?

puerileuwaite said...

No I haven't. What is a Gita?

Reverend Sumangali Tania Pink said...

I think thats the Bhagavad Gita? A hindu epic from the Vedas about Arjuna a warrior and Krishna, his God, going into battle.

Its an allegory on the philosophy of yoga (not the exercise; the philosophy)

Maybe not...but thats what I've heard 'the Gita' refer to...

Reverend Sumangali Tania Pink said...

Silly Pug - my trip to Tanzania is a vacation - but I have a job interview with a partner of my firm in Tanzania for possible secondment. Silly silly pugsy.

Thanks for the tax advice ;)

Anonymous said...

What is Sterno- and why would people eat it from a can?

Three's Company...
ewwwww!

Treat your body like an Amusement park? You mean one of those dirty places with trash on the ground, strange ride operators, and deep fried everything?
And you have to pay to get in?
LOL-
:)
-Mayden ;)

Little Lamb said...

40 comments huh? C'mon pug I remember the days when this was the place to hang out. Maybe I should start hanging out here again.

puerileuwaite said...

Reverend - Well, it sounds a wee bit too similar to the Star Wars and Harry Potter franchises. I hope it's not plagiarism. Ditto for the yoga, which has already been covered in a Denise Austin workout video, But I'll keep an open mind, and see for myself.

BTW, you don't have to run off to Tarzania. I'm right here for you. To borrow from The Kinks' "Apeman":

I'll be your Tarzan, you'll be my Jane
I'll keep you warm and you'll keep me sane
And we'll sit in the trees and eat bananas all day
Just like an ape man

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FM - Sterno is a brand of gel-like fuel source that comes in small cans. Caterers use it to keep large aluminum tubs of food warm during the serving process, by taking the lid off and lighting it like a candle. Legend has it that bums have used it as a cheap way to get intoxicated. I've been anxious to try it as a way to enhance my blogging enjoyment.

My amusement park concept is slightly different. Sure, there's a mirror or two, though not necessarily a whole "House of Mirrors". But I do have a "Tilt a Whirl" that causes some riders to vomit, and something I call the "Rollercoaster of Pugs". Even though there is a strange ride operator, most ladies don't have to pay to get in (they pay later on).

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Lamby - I would like that.

gautami tripathy said...

Pug, click the link to chk Gita.

Thanks eotr.

Mayden's Voyage said...

I think I may have been to an amusemnt park like that one time...a long long time ago-
after one too many chugs of Wild Irish Rose maybe?
It's all so hazy now. ;)
Yep- I paid...dearly! I do remember that part :(

Thanks for the clarification on the sterno. I thought it was something like Ravioli :)

Little Lamb said...

Ok, puggy, you got it,but first can you go to my blog and see what I asked you? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but you can and I'd like you to if you want to.

puerileuwaite said...

Guatami - I was able to ever-so-briefly check it out this morning. I am excited about reading through it as life permits. Thank you.

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FM - Well in that case, please take no offense if I pass on your ravioli.

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Lamby - Of course you can give me your email (you should already know that mine is studpug@gmail.com). Email is a convenient and confidential back-channel. But be forewarned that my emaling is even more infrequent and erratic than my blogging.

Little Lamb said...

You've said that pug, I guess that's why I haven't emailed you yet. I don't know what to say. Can you imagine?

puerileuwaite said...

Lamby - I would be interested to read what you have to say in an email. How's that?

Little Lamb said...

That's great! Now I have to think of something interesting to say.

puerileuwaite said...

Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something.

Scary Monster said...

Me is going off road here pugs. What's the deal with white sheep and black sheep? Your side bar confuses me???

It's Me, Maven... said...

First time here... been wondering if it was a pug as your avatar. I'm hooked. Love your poetry!

Not to sound so ass-kissy on my first comment here, but I loves me da pug!

It's Me, Maven... said...

Calcium sulfate
Algebra marks on black board
Quickly fade away.

Powder residue
Flaking, dust on eraser
Transient lesson.

Little Lamb said...

Puggy poo, I emailed you.

That rhymes.

puerileuwaite said...

Scary - I started to reply, and it turned into my next post. Stay tuned!

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Maven - The feeling is mutual. Welcome to my blog, and make yourself at home. Glad to have you here!

Your poem is kick-ass.

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Lamby - I see that you did. Was the nude picture attachment REALLY necessary though? The usual protocol is for me to ASK first. Holy crap, it's like I'm back at Lilith Fair all over again!

;-)

/t. said...

pug,

if it's
this nude pic...

then we've all seen it --
little lamb did this for HNT

/t.

Little Lamb said...

Puggy, I wanted to get your attention right away.

Reverend Sumangali Tania Pink said...

we want new stuff
we want new stuff
we want new stuff
no? that's rough

:(

(my poetry offering)

puerileuwaite said...

/t. - What? Lamby said I was the ONLY one to ever see that nude pic! Apparently I have the Marilyn Monroe of the Blogsphere here on my casting couch. Oh Lamby, why must you be this way?

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Lamby - You had me at "loofah".

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Reverend (Jane) - Not to worry. Even though I couldn't post yesterday (it was a long day), I have an action-packed extravaganza planned for later on today. Sincerely yours, Tarzan.

Reverend Sumangali Tania Pink said...

Dear Tarzan,

You big GorillaPug! At first I thought it was the flu. Now I see what I have been feeling - its animal lust!

I've always been curious...what do swingers wear under their loin cloths?

xx
Jane

PS - I reposted a response to your comment on Tanzania...I didn't want you to think I deleted you for anything like being a bad dog. I'm happy to think you could be a bad dog. A very very bad dog, I'm sure ;)

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