* Experiment #3 SIGN-UP *

[redwill]

OK, so here's the deal:

This experiment builds on my first two, except this is a bit more whimsical.

In order to sign up, you must post

a) a poet
b) a pic of said poet (if available)
c) >= four lines of poetry from said poet.

"Poet" for this purpose is loosely defined. So whatever floats your boat. Just gimme a name, a pic, and some lines. (Woo!)

Only one poet per person is allowed. First come, first served.

Oh, and I am thinking of a particular poet. If anyone quotes lines from that poet, he or she gets a special prize. (It's a good one!) HINT: It's not the poet I recently quoted in JTOR.


Rules:

1) Number of roles and what roles exist will not be revealed at game start.
2) Quick phases: six hours for each. (The mod will do the best he can to oblige this.)
3) Votes are by PM: You can say anything (ANYTHING) you like in the game thread, but all votes you wish to be counted must be submitted to me via PM.
4) After any kill, the role of the killed player will NOT be revealed.
5) Players MUST post at least once during every day phase. Failure means modkill. ANY RPs which miss the deadline get modkilled.


I think that's everything.

I don't care how many sign up. 13 or better would be nice...


In so far:

slappybrown
canaan
relantel
thehockeyguru
newarenanow
Kraftster
Sam's Drunk Dog
ExPatriatePen
PensFanInDC
shafnutz05

[the wicked child]

Spoiler:

Corvidae

Spoiler:

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A slug and a bird walked into a bar
A drunk villager was sitting not far
The bartender said, "hey, what will it be?"
The slug and a bird said, "I'll have npv!"
The slug grabbed his legs, the bird grabbed his head
The onlookers knew he soon would be dead
The slug ate his liver, the bird got his spleen
Now who will you salt, on this, day thirteen?
It's not day thirteen, I am well aware
But the rhyme for day twelve was simply not there
So deal with this poem, twas done in a pinch
And for the last time, mac, it's SALT, not LYNCH!!!

I'm not actually in, too damn busy, but you're welcome.

[redwill]

Damn. Corvidae was the poet I had in mind.

Spoiler:

I'll choose another.

[slappybrown]

Percy Bysshe Shelley



OZYMANDIAS

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.'

[redwill]

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Glorious! What memories of youth, wishing I was traveling to Egypt, quoting these lines!

[canaan]

Wm Wordsworth

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I'm on my phone so I can't linky dink it
Tintern Abbey
                                     Nor, perchance,
If I were not thus taught, should I the more
Suffer my genial spirits to decay:
For thou art with me, here, upon the banks
Of this fair river; thou, my dearest Friend,

[relantel]

I would be half tempted to quote myself, but I'd rather not post my own photo

[redwill]

I would be half tempted to quote myself, but I'd rather not post my own photo

You have my permission to substitute a goofy name (including Goofy, if you like)



and a pic of a cute puppy (NOT Goofy).

Spoiler:

[thehockeyguru]

Spoiler:

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,

Spoiler:

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William Shakespeare

[relantel]

I'll go:

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Is there a whim-inspired fool, 
Owre fast for thought, owre hot for rule, 
Owre blate to seek, owre proud to snool, 
Let him draw near; 
And owre this grassy heap sing dool, 
And drap a tear. 

Is there a bard of rustic song, 
Who, noteless, steals the crowds among, 
That weekly this area throng, 
O, pass not by! 
But, with a frater-feeling strong, 
Here, heave a sigh. 

Spoiler:

from A Bard's Epitath

Spoiler:

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Robert Burns

Maybe I'll pull some of my own at a later point.

[canaan]

i did a 20+ page paper/presentation on robert burns in college--that ish was cash

[redwill]

i did a 20+ page paper/presentation on robert burns in college--that ish was cash

What college did he go to?

[canaan]

i did a 20+ page paper/presentation on robert burns in college--that ish was cash

What college did he go to?

Depends on your definition of education. It could be said that he graduated from the school of hard knocks. You could also say that he was alum of his father's moral education or John Murdoch's adventure school. My opinion? It was the Tarbolton Bachelors Club is where he truly received a proper education.



Oh, i see what you did there.

[newarenanow]

Spoiler:

Let's talk about sex baby
Let's talk about you and me
Let's talk about all the good things and all the bad things that may be
Let's talk about sex

Spoiler:

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Salt N Pepa

[redwill]

[youtube][/youtube]

[Kraftster]

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Just off the Highway to Rochester, Minnesota
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.

Spoiler:

[Sam's Drunk Dog]

Spoiler:

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear
That I'm not here.
And I never knew the moon could be so big
And I never knew the moon could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.
I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.
And the sea isn't green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.

Spoiler:

Spoiler:

Syd Barrett

[canaan]

im enjoying this rousing round of "who wrote it"

[newarenanow]

When do we get to vote people out?

[ExPatriatePen]

Spoiler:

I Shall Be Free No. 10

I’m just average, common too
I’m just like him, the same as you
I’m everybody’s brother and son
I ain’t different from anyone
It ain’t no use a-talking to me
It’s just the same as talking to you

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day
I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay
I said “Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come
26, 27, 28, 29, I’m gonna make your face look just like mine
Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you’d better run
99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won’t even recognize you
14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen”

Well, I don’t know, but I’ve been told
The streets in heaven are lined with gold
I ask you how things could get much worse
If the Russians happen to get up there first
Wowee! pretty scary!

Now, I’m liberal, but to a degree
I want ev’rybody to be free
But if you think that I’ll let Barry Goldwater
Move in next door and marry my daughter
You must think I’m crazy!
I wouldn’t let him do it for all the farms in Cuba

Well, I set my monkey on the log
And ordered him to do the Dog
He wagged his tail and shook his head
And he went and did the Cat instead
He’s a weird monkey, very funky

I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on
Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun
I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist
And my wig-hat was falling in my face
But they wouldn’t let me on the tennis court

I got a woman, she’s so mean
She sticks my boots in the washing machine
Sticks me with buckshot when I’m nude
Puts bubblegum in my food
She’s funny, wants my money, calls me “honey”

Now I got a friend who spends his life
Stabbing my picture with a bowie knife
Dreams of strangling me with a scarf
When my name comes up he pretends to barf
I’ve got a million friends!

Now they asked me to read a poem
At the sorority sisters’ home
I got knocked down and my head was swimmin’
I wound up with the Dean of Women
Yippee! I’m a poet, and I know it
Hope I don’t blow it

I’m gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange
So I look like a walking mountain range
And I’m gonna ride into Omaha on a horse
Out to the country club and the golf course
Carry The New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds

Now you’re probably wondering by now
Just what this song is all about
What’s probably got you baffled more
Is what this thing here is for
It’s nothing
It’s something I learned over in England

Spoiler:

Spoiler:

Robert Allen Zimmerman aka Bob Dylan

I went contemporary on ya

[PensFanInDC]

Spoiler:

Poe

Spoiler:

Spoiler:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

[ExPatriatePen]

Now you have me looking up a bunch of poets I'd completely forgotten about

The most under-rated (in the US anyway)?

Spoiler:

Pablo Neruda.

[canaan]

Now you have me looking up a bunch of poets I'd completely forgotten about

The most under-rated (in the US anyway)?

Spoiler:

Pablo Neruda.

Words.

[ExPatriatePen]

Now you have me looking up a bunch of poets I'd completely forgotten about

The most under-rated (in the US anyway)?

Spoiler:

Pablo Neruda.

Words.

I see what you did there

[ExPatriatePen]

I'm changing my username to "Thread-Killer"