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[george_sand]

Vers de Societe

My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps
To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps
You'd care to join us? In a pig's arse, friend.
Day comes to an end.
The gas fire breathes, the trees are darkly swayed.
And so Dear Warlock-Williams: I'm afraid -

Funny how hard it is to be alone.
I could spend half my evenings, if I wanted,

Comments

[george_sand]

We're having a party. Would anyone like to come?

[missanthropii]

when is it?

[george_sand]

I was being silly (see El Larko's poem above) but Mel's decided that we are having a party after all. Not in a pig's arse. Or involving drinking washing sherry. Watch this space. Because I don't know. But soon.

[steffeny]

Ooh, I don't often like Larkin, but I like that.

[george_sand]

Yes, normally he is a bit of a dirty old smut pedlar, isn't he?

[alii_cat]

Following on from Steffeny, I don't really like poetry but I like that. I totally disagree with what he's saying though- "it" rarely shows us what should be and sitting by a lamp most certainly does bring peace, to me anyway.

[george_sand]

That's perceptive, I think. Can I enlist your help to decipher one of his called Sympathy in White Major? I can't figure it out so if anybody highbrow asks me what it's about i'll have to bluff and say it's a curious dialectic between Richey Edwards and On The Buses like most of his other poems.

[alii_cat]

I can try if you like but I'm pretty hopeless with poetry. Can I find it on the internet anywhere do you think?

[george_sand]

Probably but i'll type it out, it's easier.

Sympathy In White Major

When I drop four cubes of ice
Chimingly in a glass, and add
Three goes of gin, a lemon slice,
And let a ten-ounce tonic void
In foaming gulps until it smothers
Everything else up to the edge,
I lift the lot in private pledge:
He devoted his life to others.

While other people wore like clothes
The human beings in their days
I set myself to bring to those
Who thought I could the lost displays;
It didn't work for them or me,
But all concerned were nearer thus
(Or so we thought)to all the fuss
Than if we'd missed it separately.

A decent chap, a real good sort,
Straight as a die, one of the best,
A brick, a trump, a proper sport,
Head and shoulders above the rest;
How many lives would have been duller
Had he not been here below?
Here's to the whitest man I know-
Though white is not my favourite colour.

[diamond_geyser]

Er, did you used to known as Guru Dave, primarily down to your uncanny ability to always attract taxis when they were most needed?

It's Isabelle. Hello.

[george_sand]

Here I am!

Argh, that's uncanny! Mel bought the Mighty Boosh first series yesterday and it made me think of you. I think the last time I saw you was when you were staying in the Cally road flat and you took me to see Izzard in that play (thank you) and then I rushed off to the hospital after Mel. Serious times. I shall add you. I worry about Larkin being my ambassador since I made the journal friends only after that entry.
Tell me where you are and the small world story of how you stumbled across me, won't you?

[diamond_geyser]

Woot.

Your missus commented on Angel's journal, and investigation reveals she's a Manchester lass with your name, and Miriam (that is unskinny_bop on here) had said she knew her & that her beau was called Dave...
Am now going to be slightly boggled that your good lady was penfriends with a girl my flatmate knew at college. My certainty that there is a finite number of Good People in the kingdom, all interlinked, becomes ever crystallised.

Am in Saaaaaarf London, have part-time work as a PA to a children's scomedian, still attending much comedic/musical goodness.

Was that Izzard night when we discovwred how well Baileys goes with McD's chocolate milkshakes? Num.

[george_sand]

Wahey! I like it when this funny small world business happens. It makes things seem somehow right in the world. So Angel knows your flatmate from college. Hm. Curious. It turns out that I met Mel at Reading festival in '97, but I don't remember it. She is present in the background of a photo I took there. She also applied for the same course as me starting the same year as me in the same university, but of all six applications it was the only one which she was not accepted on to. That's more weird when you think that she was accepted on to art history at Goldsmiths

[artysmokes]

Hello. I am your sister's dad. I like Larkin, but don't like that poem much. I should have "added" you as a "friend" a "long" time ago, but I "didn't". Now "I" have.
Do "you" "post" "poems" very "often"?

[george_sand]

Hello dad. Welcome to the bosom of the family.

No, I don't post poems often. This journal has ended up a mixture of things that don't match. It gives me something to do though.