September 22, 2003

Pining for Pineapple

My tongue is bleeding from a pineapple cut.

Posted by Karen at September 22, 2003 06:43 PM in poetry

at least it’s not bleeding from a samurai’s slice:

Kill Bill

Posted by: jimmy at September 22, 2003 11:04 PM

Yeah, I suppose I should be thanking my lucky stars it’s not a snickersnee either.

Posted by: Karen at September 25, 2003 01:06 PM

Found this gem over at 3am.

Small Comments by Jonathan Penton

I don’t

Right now,
I’d like

Posted by: Karen at October 9, 2003 02:40 PM

let me offer u some…

(1) Bcos it has been 15 years since u last received one.
(2) Bcos u have finally found your muse for one.

and finally,

(3) Bcos we all like simple harmonic motion which culminates to one huge resonance.

Posted by: JO at October 9, 2003 06:13 PM

Joanna, assumptions (1) and (2) are both wrong.
I never had trouble finding muses.
But I do think that the plural of muse should be mise, because they sometimes turn into rats.

Posted by: Karen at October 10, 2003 12:33 AM

300 Love Letters. For die-hard romantics only. Still haven’t read one that I would like to have received. Maybe these things are only nice when they are meant for you.

Posted by: Karen at October 10, 2003 12:55 AM

actually i think the plural of muse is still muse. amused?

Posted by: jimmy at October 10, 2003 06:33 PM

I don’t really think there’re a million poems, but�.

Posted by: Karen at October 25, 2003 03:37 AM

agree with u

Posted by: lexapro at November 2, 2003 02:30 AM

Hi Lexapro, are you a bot? You don’t behave like one. What are you agreeing with? That “love is like a pineapple?” or that there isn’t a million poems? Or is that just a smart thing to say at a forum?
Anyway, we’re all happy and well-adjusted and will not be needing Prozac or Viagra anytime soon. So thanks for visiting.

Posted by: Karen at November 2, 2003 10:48 PM

Oh you are a bot! Boo.
What do you know, I’m a bot too!
I wasn’t fooled at all. Oh no, not me. :-/

Well, just for agreeing with whatever I won’t delete your post. The last bot that was here got deleted in 5 seconds flat.

Posted by: Karen at November 3, 2003 09:20 PM

The plural of muse is muses, as in, “the nine muses.”

I remember sending that poem to 3am, but I don’t remember what I was thinking/feeling when I wrote it. This leads me to guess it was fiction, but I could be wrong. I think I wrote it in the fall of 2003, which would have meant I received my last love poem in July, 2003. I don’t normally use the modern definition of the word “muse,” but the whole point was that I didn’t have one. Again, could have been fictional. I don’t know what “we all like simple harmonic motion which culminates to one huge resonance” means, but I assume it has to do with fucking. I try not to talk about metaphysics when I’m fucking, unless I’m on MDMA, in which case you can’t shut me up. One could suggest this as a reason that I haven’t got love poems in 15 years, except I have.

I’m inclined never to Google my name again, but I did learn the word “snickersnee” here. I don’t like Gilbert and Sullivan.

Posted by: Jonathan at December 8, 2003 08:21 AM

By the way, I’m actually on lexapro. 10mg every morning. The first antidepressant that works for me, and I’ve tried more than a dozen.

Of course, I wasn’t here when you responded to that bot.

Posted by: Jonathan at April 7, 2004 06:42 PM


Posted by: jimmy at October 20, 2004 11:09 PM