Reading harold_maude's journal

There once was a..fill in the blank. Say something that works
so that it rolls right off the tounge.

I used to go to this interactive poetry site. I used to go to write and get help from other writers.
I found that it still exists after this long.

One or two things have changed. But it's still the same in a lot of ways.
There are still decient poems being written. And the hecklers are still there, saying things that don't mean anything.

And the writers who continue to write there respond often in kind.
For a while, back there somewhere, there was this one person who spent several hours going through all the salons as they are refered to on the site and closed everyone's poem.
I often wondered how bankrup a person's life had to be to spend all that time just doing that.

Seems a silly way to spend any time at all.

There are general salons where anyone can try their hand at either writing something solo, or writing a line or two and then anyone who wants to can add their own words.
A collaborate effort with anyone who will.

Then there are the hiku salons and the goth salons, and then there are two salons for thoes who have been banned for one reason or another from all the other salons.

I used to frequent the two banned salons. It was crazy most of the time.
Kind of like going into a bar on any given saturday night and fights just keep breaking out.
I think I went there just to see what people were capable of trying to pass of as poetry.
What ever else it was, it was always an interesting place to visit.

I wrote mostly in the general while I could still write decient poetry. The it stopped one day, just like someone turned the facet off.
I went looking the other day and found some of the poems that I wrote and re-read them.
A mix of good stuff and crap. But I think anyone who does anything creative will produce both.
But producing crap isn't always a bad thing, you can learn what works and what doesn't by studing the stuff that you create that doesn't work so good.

I'm kind of sad that someone turned the facet off. I would love to write the way I used to.
Words that painted pictures, the good poetry did.
My favorite kind of poem to write was the story kind.

I did one about this couple who fell in love. He worked at the local hardwear store and she was a waitress at the local greasy spoon.
The charter who is telling the story is an old woman who claims her only source of romance is when she writes about it.
It got really long.

I guess somethings carry over. I write long thoughts here too.

Then there was the one about Esmarelda and the cheese that she kept and dressed as a breakfast companion.
The cat ate the cheese and ended up tied up to a chair being Esmarelda's new breakfast companion.

It was fun for a very long time. I like writing about things that just came to mind and went their own way.

I would love to write that way again. Problem is now I'm not sure I could write about perfect summer days that taste just like perfect strawberries without sounding cheesy or flaky.

Problem is that I find most times when I sit down to write now, the sweet dreams that made words have been replaced by hard realities and things that have to be dealt with.
So much for sugar plums...now they have become pages of somewhere else.

I used to go to this interactive poetry site. I used to go to write and get help from other writers.
I found that it still exists after this long.

Where is this site? I used to visit one as well but it changed so drastically that I stopped going... I even emailed the author of the site to tell him that i totally disagreed with the way the site had changed but he didn't care.

Where is my Zen? My precious Zen and Harold_Maude???

Zen and Harold_Maude are my literary side kicks... without them I can't write. Actually I haven't wrote anything since 2005... OMG! I need help! Save me.

Hello...:) time to start writing again. I'm not sure where Zen is, I wish I knew. I thought about sending him a post to find out.

Thank you by the way, I feel the same way about you. :)

The site I went to that is still there is the Interactive poetry site. It was started by someone named Ann Cantlo, I think I spelled that right.

I got a silly joke for you, what did one rabbit say to the other?
I'm lucky I have a foot. The other rabbit starts giggling and says guess what I'm luckier cuz I have two.

It's silly I know, but silly works.

:)

I got a silly joke for you, what did one rabbit say to the other? I'm lucky I have a foot. The other rabbit starts giggling and says guess what I'm luckier cuz I have two.

And the first rabbit goes... DOH!!!

I got a slightly cynical joke, well maybe...

You know people no matter what religion, ethnicity, sex, age, orientation do act the same way on certain things without any biases whatsoever, like when they are on fire...

See, we do have things in common! Okay, it's not really a joke but it pretty much sums up my twisted view of this crazy world and I think it's extremely funny.

You know people no matter what religion, ethnicity, sex, age, orientation do act the same way on certain things without any biases whatsoever, like when they are on fire...

I'm surprised nobody found this funny. I cracked up when it was told to me. Why? Because it is totally correct. In certain circumstances all biases and prejudices fly out the window. It shows how hypocritical we are most of the time.

Your right about that.

I just got here a little late is all.

I can't help it!!!! I'm sitting here reading the joke and giggling hysterically. It is funny. And your right about it being twisted...strange critters we human beings.

Nothing makes much sense, wanna know why?
Everything has been knocked off the shelves from all the head banging going on.
It now exists in a state of confusion, oximorons, with just a touch of irony to make it completely baffeling.

How's that?