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Posted by Declan on March 6, 2007, at 23:33:16
When I am dead and long forgot
This green and blue, this starry fugue
Remember then: I loved them too,
Till something fell, and of the whole
I could not find a piece.
And comfort was no more.
Posted by sleepygirl on March 8, 2007, at 23:06:21
In reply to Pastiche Forlorn, posted by Declan on March 6, 2007, at 23:33:16
> When I am dead and long forgot
> This green and blue, this starry fugue
> Remember then: I loved them too,
> Till something fell, and of the whole
> I could not find a piece.
> And comfort was no more.
I was compelled to look up the word "pastiche" because I found your writing intriguing
where did the pieces go??
-sg
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pastiche
Posted by Declan on March 9, 2007, at 22:23:24
In reply to Re: Pastiche Forlorn » Declan, posted by sleepygirl on March 8, 2007, at 23:06:21
You know in depression how you lose things?
Like you might lose the expectation that other people can be kind, or that any connection with them is possible, or lose hope.
Not hope as in the expectation of improvement, but hope that lives inside you and somehow gives joy to sensation.
Posted by Llurpsie_Noodle on March 10, 2007, at 6:07:40
In reply to Re: Pastiche Forlorn » sleepygirl, posted by Declan on March 9, 2007, at 22:23:24
Were they tasty, at least?
look under your couch cushion. or under your bed.
Sometimes there are even Pastiche boxes to be found at the store.
All is not lost.
Posted by Llurpsie_Noodle on March 10, 2007, at 6:17:28
In reply to Re: Pastiche Forlorn » Declan, posted by Llurpsie_Noodle on March 10, 2007, at 6:07:40
Funny. I mixed up the pie with the lozenge. And the brilliance of pastiche is that no matter what you add to it, it remains a pastiche.
Pastille- I like the idea of you
so red and green and blue
but when i buy a box or two
They make me gag and want to poo.I hearby give my licorice
to replace my friend's forlorn pastiche
and if he finds it not delish
He can exchange it for another dish.
Posted by Declan on March 10, 2007, at 21:10:46
In reply to Pastille Forlorn, posted by Llurpsie_Noodle on March 10, 2007, at 6:17:28
Pastille, Pastiche, you're lost on me
If I came back I'd be a tree
Or maybe not, I'll face the facts
The smaller mind, the bigger axe.But you, dear Lurps, are not this kind
Your licorice will soothe my gut
And quiet the soul and then the mind
of anxious fretful porpentine.
Posted by Llurpsie_Noodle on March 10, 2007, at 21:27:15
In reply to Fretful Porpentine Replies, posted by Declan on March 10, 2007, at 21:10:46
Posted by Iwillsurvive on March 13, 2007, at 15:33:03
In reply to Pastiche Forlorn, posted by Declan on March 6, 2007, at 23:33:16
This is the end of the thread.
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