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[greenlake]

hi, i'm greenlake, odviously. i'm new here. so help me around all you like. i looooove to play the violin and i think i am a little short, ok, i exagerated i'm reeeeeeaaaaaaly short. i have two cats, i love them so much. i got a turtle named Carly Beth, she loves to eat (what animal doesn't) i useto have a rabbit but he passed on. i'm not going to tell you how though. but now he's in bunny heaven with shurtugal's rabbit eating all the bananas they want. so shurtugal is going to show me around so hopefully i'll see you all later. email me as much as you like. i love geting mail. thanks. kit

p.s. i'm kinda like a farmer girl. my dad being from virgina.

[Mortis Anarchy]

Hi
I just registered at this Literature Network Forums and wish to say hi.
Unfortunately, you will probably notice that I will not be a very interesting partner and precious adviser as I have to admit I am french and have only a poor english language usage. I am not at all involved into high litterature studies or works , and am only a ordinary book reader .
What do I do there , you might then ask ?
Well , I happen to read books in english just to try keeping a practice and also books of english/american writers in french .
I recently read Jane Eyre of C Bronte (in french) , and really liked that book . It was a long time I had not enjoyed such a novel . I loved it so much , that I read just then after Wuthering Heigts , then again Jane Eyre , but this time in English ( I help myself with the french version ) , Wide Sagasso Sea , and finally C. Bronte by E. Gaskell . Going on the net , I try to learn more about the Bronte sisters and on that site I found the most interesting discussions and information than anywhere else .
So , I decided to register . I may not be able to add much value , but I may keep practicing , reading english and learning from all of you.

I'm an ordinary book reader too!!! I'm not a professor...just a person who likes to read!! And everyone can add to discussions hear!!! Welcome!

[Pensive]

Hi all!

[adrianbalaba]

Hello all. How are you? Adrian at your service. Glad to be here. I am new

[The Atheist]

hi, i'm greenlake, odviously. i'm new here. so help me around all you like.

Short, blonde, farmer girl?

I'm in love already!

Welcome along!

[Bahabwa]

Hallo. As you might have noticed that I am your new member and would like us to be in contact on the daily bases if possible.
I am a burundian, living in the republic of namibia and currently doing my final year as a high school student. As much as I like to watch football,it has become part of my hobbies and I like surfing. I surf almost everyday.I like singing, listening to music,and doing creative work.About me in brief that all.You will learn more about me as time will allow us to.I hope that our connection will be of great result.

[ampoule]

Bonjour,
May I join you? A friend told me about this lovely place so I am anxious to give it a try.
Merci.
Ampoule

[Petruchio]

Hello everyone!
I have been here for some time, but never got around to introducing my self.
I love to read books...all kind...well, mostly!
Well....i don't remember the names of the authors whose books i read...no matter how much i love it!
My all time favorite books are the friends and angel voice.
I love Charles Dickens' work!
I set myself on a mission a few months back...the mission was to read David Copperfield,Oliver Twist,Tale of two cities and Great Expectations..and to watch the movies of all of them!
I loved it and I actually saw The tale of two cities and Great Expectations in black and white!
It was simply awesome!
Besides that I love reading poetry and write some as well.
I love sports and I love doing plays and giving speeches!
And oh yeah..i m 16 and am going to turn 17 this september!=)
Well....I am having a great time here and I simply love it!
=)........=).........=).........=)..........=)

[ImNotPerfect20]

I'm New.. umm.. just wanted to say hi to everyone!

[cat1177]

i'm new! just came out of lurkdom and registered. hi all!

[Xtian]

Just a quick hello to everyone at this forum.
I have been reading a few pieces and so far really like what I see. I would love for you to read my work and make comments positive negative whatever, it doesn't matter to me, its all good.

Poetry for me is the most personal of all artforms since the Poet paints impressions and emotions in langauge every one can understand. This poem describes a lot about me, in fact my ? (not quite sure what she is yet) says its almost to personal you decide, but this is a small picture of my life

SONG FROM AN UNFINISHED LIFE

This is
As bright
As my darkness gets

There
Are no stars
Are there in my blue eyes tonight?

The city street lights
Which I thought
I left behind me long ago
When I moved away from Hell’s Kitchen
Three years before the Twin Towers fell down
I had quit working at the Palm

Although, I miss the friendship
I also stopped drinking two X Guinness
Followed by Bushmill’s Black Label shooters at Kevin’s
Across from the China Club next to McDuffy’s

Yet, still
The lights
Reflected
In the broken glass ground into
The street to make the blackness of the streets
Turn all glittery as if they were paved with
Diamonds

To save money on recycling
Sometimes
They
Aren't bright enough
For me to see
Through the
Usual night blindness
I never had before I turned 35 or so

Headlights flashing
The honking of a horn behind me
Sounds like
A man bludgeoning his wife to death with an axe
That’s a line from I play I did
In another life and two degrees ago

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzing
Neon signs
BUzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzinnnnnnnggggggggggg
Dying out at the end of the word
Just buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzedddddd
Flickered out
Like a burned out firefly caught
In the window of the liquor store
Where I used to buy cheap wine and return the empties
For five cents which then was
Equal
Only to the occasional emotional cocaine fueled flare-up

I have always wanted
To render down the night sky
Until
It’s fats and juices boiled
Down
To lovely flavorable clear stock like Gordon Ramsey would have made
If he had the time

Invisible

Just thoughts
While
Sitting for ten minutes or was it 20,
Somehow it always feels longer
When
Waiting
Under
The never ending glare of a red traffic light
With it’s endless, Endless
Metronomic single tone
Rhythmic pinging to let the deaf know the light had changed
Or like when you need to change the battery in a dying smoke alarm

On 50th and 8th
Where Siberia used to be
Under the streets and out of sight within the bowels of the subway system
SO, the worker bees could not see us come stumbling out
Into the blaring light of day
Eyes red from stale cigarette smoke
Bleeding dry cracked nostrils from thick lines
Cut on the ancient Addams Family pinball machine

I always forget to
Wait for the left arrow to turn green

I
Often find myself wishing

I could be like the stars
And
Disappear completely
From view
Whenever I don’t feel far enough from
The ugly side of my past one hundred and two lives

I know
In a crowd
I can be most conspicuous
With my skin translucent
Smooth like marble
With not a mark or a line
The immense physical and moral presence; defiant
Yet, never without conscience

Amazingly long delicate fingers, finger nails almost clear
Due to the anemic lack of blood
And feet that do not make a sound

The very mirror of patient misery
Soft-voiced and so so sooooooooooo very human
Unable to read minds, or to levitate

A new kind of night creature who hovers
In deep shadows at the Avery Fisher Hall or
In the alley behind the Royal Opera House
Just to listen to the whispering notes of
Mozart’s last piercing irresistible song

I am long past questing for God
Or seeking out true humanity or the Devil
Or Truth
Or even love

Once there was someone who thought it
Sweet
I would read the poetry of Keats by the light of just one candle
So as not to disturb her sleep

Or once when I was found standing
In the rain on a slick downtown street right outside the Angelique
Watching through the store window the young actor
As Romeo kissed his tender loving Juliet
On a television screen some salesman forgot to turn off

I once had a soul
That may have been beautiful beyond description
As immortal as Lucifer
To bad I was
Compelled to do cruel things

As, a tormented outsider
Always ready, to transcend gender
To speak from my heart or soul about different matters
Of life and death
Of Love,
Of loneliness
Of guilt and
Of pain, yes of pain, bitter pain I’ve tasted over and over
Until I learned to love the flavor and couldn’t live without it

With self-imposed charm, humor, and invincible innocence
Which at the time
Maybe I should have cherished more
All of my beloved heroes
I brought
Alive to carry
All my guilt and suffering

When I walked these same silent streets so long ago
In my fine black evening clothes
High frilled collars
High cut boots
With sweeping waistcoat that dear sweet Silkie once designed for me
When
I was someone else

So even
As, the light changes
From red to green
I alone
Again blaze
Out of the city towards the expressway to the road

I have to take home

Down Jericho Turnpike
In my deep green GM
With the Northern Irish sticker
Which was once on my American Classic motorcycle
When I rode it through the thin roads of Antrim

To rush past the slow burning fires
Of the dying Bar-B-Que crowd at Queen’s Bay Beach

Past
The densely-packed Target shopping center
That sometimes gives hope and
Meaning to late night shoppers like myself
Who can’t stomach the food at Applebees
And
Who like me
Found themselves
Craving a very rare and bloody steak with sizzling hot fried onions at 5 am


I Love to drive into
That long lasting ever night
That always seems to lie and burn before me
I know my cell phone will ring
To fill my heart with false hopes and searing
Because I can not admit I love
Long before I ever reach my home
Before
I pour myself
A fine old Port or ice cold whiskey I keep for special nights such as these
When I can’t sleep

And gently lift myself into that solitary abyss of sleep
That awaits my gentle fall
With a little help from Seroquel

I guess this
Is as bright as my darkness is going to get
Since I am
Forever trapped in my little corner of hell
From where I can see heaven just beyond the curtain
I find I can not reach through

It's easy to understand
Why I,
An overly thinking and somewhat irrational emotional man
Feels nausea while
Contemplating
The spinning of the whole world on it’s slanted axis

By confronting all the brute facts of my own existence

In all of my hideous, bloody juicy half undead glory
I find the taste of my own heart horrid but it is my heart
A taste of my own fetid emptiness
Which is always waiting
To be fed
In the bottomless pit
Of ego where
I once saw the curse of Tantalus
And
Knew once and for all

I am the biggest fraud of all
A Romantic who can not fall in Love
While all my words seem to paint
A picture of that which is always unattainable

and

The sweet searing scarring pain of regret
I missed the prize
I feel you wish
You'd never won the face of beauty
That bewitched and ultimately betrays the wildflower
That I saw spring up with ease
from the dunghill in the back garden
Where only weeds and dandelions once grew

Somewhere I think, As Artists,
We have all lost our sight
Because of it’s roots are to deep

I always try to remind myself, not to or
Don't make that mistake again and again and again
Yet somehow I always remember to hold my nose
To bear in mind what lies beneath the surface

I thought I remembered where
Old Nicky-boy used to sit always
Vigilant at the side door
Waiting for me to come home with a fresh bone from my kitchen

Now
Like me
He curses and squints at the harsh light
Of a single 40-watt bulb which stares into the stale
Cold void that leads downstairs to the place or cave where I dwell
Beneath the sounds
Of tiny footsteps, running,
A television playing loudly to cover the sounds of lovemaking
On the couch

This is
Where there is no sun that stares
Back, glaring

I know I haven't eaten yet today
In almost 24 hours or maybe it was more
I forget the last time I was home,
The last time I was truly home
And it’s my stomach that's growling
Just as my heart does now
Yearning to curl up and be fed

As I ponder what a masterless life would be like
I only wonder what lies behind
The half-empty jar of Hellman’s mayo
Or the lone frozen longneck lying on its side
Maybe I’ll drink it later
When I think no one is looking
Or maybe I will wait till tomorrow after I cut the lawn

As I wait
For good fortune
To appear like some magic tidbit
Or the stray catch of a lotto number
Like I did a few months ago

Old Nicky’s old ears twitch
At the sounds
Of my last hangover
He groans
And wooden shuffling
Down the hallway
Towards the sounds of vacuous chatter
In the background of my ever playing
TV portraying once again the pains and sorrows
Of yet another neglected spouse

His cold nose wrinkles
Recoils at the unseen molecules of yesterday’s perspiration
And beer-battered
Flesh who’s smells are oozing
Through stifling air

He looks up, at the kitchen entrance
Me, a familiar figure wavering once more after
Another night long battle with a bottle of Stoli’s
I keep in freezer
In case you ever stop by
But
Since you never do
I felt it was a waste

He, that old dog, who have been put down long ago
I just don’t have the heart
He watches

My once wiry frame now doubled over
Wondering where my life went and what ever happen to
The glam-punk rock star I always wanted to be

And a half-digested volley from
The remnants of a late night greasy diner breakfast spews
Onto the dirty vinyl floor
Now I have to mop it

Now I am older and a little fatter then perhaps I should be
I waddle across the room
As he sniffs at the yellow and brown slurry
Once the contents of my stomach
His headlamp eyes reflect
Lit with hunger

Tilts his head
Toward me, the pitiful man
With a wrinkled canine brow
Humbly pleading

"Is it okay, now?"

His tail
Wagging with indifferent gratitude

[adrianbalaba]

How was everybody here? Welcome to all. New

[dramasnot6]

Welcome all!

[aquamoonmaiden]

Hello everyone. I just registered and am looking forward to some good literary discussions.

My name is Jessica, and books are something of which I cannot get enough. My favorite is 19th century Russian literature: Dostoevsky, Gogol, Tolstoy, Goncharov, etc. I also like history and philosophy. I write poetry and would someday soon like to branch out from that.

I also enjoy music (heavy metal, classical, Danny Elfman, classic rock), photography, vegetarianism, learning, cooking, baking, aromatherapy, collecting autographs, and travel.

I look forward to getting to know you all.

Cheers,
Jessica

[aldana]

HELLO EVERYBODY!!!!

I'm actually not so new...but i never got to introducing myself to the forum...so this is my chance

My name is Aldana, I'm from Argentina and I live in a small town south of a province from "el interior"...that would be other than Buenos Aires... Whenever you mention Argentina to people abroad, they immediately think of B.A, but there's sooooo much more to Argentina than just Buenos Aires.

Every province has its own magic...and even if mine is not so wonderful (because we were not graced with gorgeous landscapes or cosmopolitan cities) there's still lots to feel proud of!!! Our capital city -Santa Fe- is really well known for its "alfajores santafesinos" kind of a mini cake filled with "dulce de leche" yummy!!!! And Rosario...the craddle of our national flag...and home of the greatest culture in our country. Most of the best musicians, writers and actors are from Rosario. It's a beautiful city filled with magic.

My own town has some magic of its own. It's situated south of Santa Fe province and is called " Venado Tuerto" (the town of the one-eyed deer...that would be the translation ) The legend tells that in the times of the indian raids...there was this little deer, injured by one indian arrow...that would come to the outskirts of the village every time there was danger of an invation, to warn people of the coming dangers...

Well, that's a bit of history from this whereabouts...I didn't really say anything about me, I now realise...

I can tell you I'm 27 and engaged to be married in October...After 11 years of "dating" it's finally my hour!!

I'm an english "language and literature" teacher (that would be the correct tittle) and I love what I do...especially when it comes to literature (hence my subscription to this forum )

I love pretty much everything except doing sports (that would make me kind of a geek, right?) Reading is between my outmost favorites, but I also enjoy music, cooking, crafts and watching films and sit-coms ...i'm a huge fun of those...especially old classics like The nanny, Mad about You, Seindfeld and Friends...but the new ones are also great (Lost and Heroes amongs my favs)

Well, i now realise I have extended myself quite a lot and I wouldn't like to bore you to death....

It's great to be part of this amazing site

Welcome to all the newbies...(I guess that includes me, right? )