Here I use N.S. Sherlock as a cover for covert cat bashing. On another forum I'm mild-mannered Chuck Key, on another, Pankisi George. Is anyone else playing such double games?

I'm claybuster,,where ever I am,,,I really hate crats,,Kill all of them fucking things!!!!!!!!!!! Your friend,,Clay http://www.peaceandroadkillgrease.com

On every forum I frequent(and I frequent ALOT of them) I am HTRN.

I am what I am, and I make no apologies about it.


HTRN

Same name, sig & password. Not knowing where I am, I can live with. Not knowing who I am now that scares me.

My parents named me Swamp Fox in honor of some guy that died 200 yrs ago. I guess I could use something else but then I wouldn't know if people were talking about me behing my back.

There are other forums?????

WHAT?

I couldn't get my name here so I just reversed it. I am too damned slow to remember a lot of lies anyhow!! derf

Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and weary...


Edgar

Poet Lariat

http://www.MySweet.Lenore

I use poletax on other forums.
My real name is Bob.Only I spell it Bobb.
When I was a small tad and did something to amaze the ole man, he would call me 'Dammit Bobby'.
As I grew older and did something even more amazing, he would call me 'Oh God Bobby'.
Now that I'm pretty much of a Geezer,I have to do something really outrageous to garner attention,then he calls me "Christ Onna Bike Bobby".

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.

.....

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, and each separate dying ember wrought it's ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished for morrow, vainly I had sought to borrow, from my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the fair and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore.



That's all I remember of that one, but I did like it. Although I'm more partial to Rabbie Burns or EE Cummings.

Literature is one of my favorite things... well, "good" literature.

I've used other forum names in the past, but even then I'm generally recognizeable, either by my avatar and my sig, which stay the same, but I really don't frequent many boards anymore, and everyone I do still visit, I'm just "Ben589" ... it's easier to remember that way.

No need for an alias - just tell it like it is
wherever you are. Those that can't take it are
wimps and can change their ways in their next
lives - all nine of them - run kitty kitty!

If you see Johnch anywere else it is still me .
I don't have any other names , but I have been called a few .
I try to keep to K.I.S.S. ( keep it simple stupid )

Johnch

I'll be darned,,I passed by edgar's grave not too long ago,,Kill'em All!! Clay

Minor variation on first board ever. Same handle on all but that one.

I use the same screen name on every forum I visit.

James, it would appear that you are new to this world. Welcome aboard sir! Pray tell, can you enchant us with tales of the crat?

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.TheClan.Grows

When I am home bound for a few days I get bored and look around a bit. Not very often. I tried to register as lawndart on a couple recently, but it seems I had registered on those same boards a couple years back, forgot that I had done so, and also forgot what my pass word had been. AR is home. This place is like getting an education from the Jesuits back before they all turned into commies and queers. Man that pissed me off. I got stuck in some intellectual dump of a Franciscan high school, but the Physics and Calculus profs were Jesuits. Those guys had tough minds. If they would have let me have sex with (age appropriate) girls, I would have signed up right then and there. It seems like the fine print is always standing between me and a good time. Damnit anyway.

LD

Ah, The Raven! I thought I still remembered at least the last three verses but no... I have to reread the poem tonight! But I surely don't understand why you started to quote it here?

I am Marterius on the other forums I visit as well: An international forum for fiddlers and some Swedish gundog and hunting forums.

Marterius, while you ponder weak and weary...

You can be anything you want at Accurate Reloading...excepting Alice. Or maybe Poe.
It is an axiom of writing that it is difficult if not impossible to replicate style, or create another style that is faithfully unique from your own. In many cases the effort is very transparent, others take computer analysis to determine. The word menu is the same for all but the usage is up to the individual, thus as indelible as a fingerprint. I always liked Poe, quote him on odd occasion...the original American Gothic in my eye. Poe, like other famous writers, used the language in a way that stands out from the pack, in a way so memorable that his work is recognizable by anybody that has read three of his works. I might say that Birman is a pest, Poe could make you have nightmares about him. Enough of that example...

Here on the 'net we are all writers, most have psuedonyms... wit and personality shine thru even as we fingerprint ourselves during our 15 minutes of fame before the world. Some try harder than others, some are just themselves. Still, one can try to be somebody they aren't, maybe doing better or worse. Maybe I'm the ghost of Poe, probably I'm not. 'Tis for you to decide.

Well, if you will excuse me, I have a cask of...


Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.DreamsSchemesAnd.DoubleBitAxes

quote:

....some are just themselves.

God, I hope some of these charcters are not real.

Freud would have a thrombosis from reading some of these posts.

quote:

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You are right about some characters. I know because I once met big mortie's sister. N.S.

I'm rather rather fond of Tennyson, Coleridge and Eliot as well.

The poem Ulysses just raises the hair on the back of my neck - from the poem, King Ulysses must have been one helluva general to serve under.


Ulysses
......
We are not now that strength which in the old days
Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;
One equal-temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.


Kubla Khan
.....
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.



Here's one that I wrote, after my divorce when things weren't so great for me at home, and after I'd started dating my second wife for a while. I'm no Ed Poe, but that which I am, I am.


The piper plays a charming song
And dancing through the streets along
Are kings and jesters, old and young
Through the town his song is sung.

Then all at once the piper waits.

Measured footsteps seal their fates
Hollow voices lost in time
And once again the night is fine
Now the woods are quiet, yet
Changing seasons don't forget.

Long eons pass - the forests age
The world forgets the piper's stage
And of that night all trace is lost
Save for trees that know the cost.

But magic flows along through time
Waiting one to call the rhyme
So now in twilight starts the dance
A newfound hope, a second chance.

And every note the piper played
There on his flute full gold inlaid
Is now found within her eyes
Mercurial, with no disguise
Entrapping me with but a glance.

But looming silent in the dance
In the moonlight on a hill
Stands the piper smiling still
And laughing at some hidden thrill.

-- Ben

Dan, I agree on Poe, but The Raven is the only one of his poems that really got me. As to describing Birman, Poe did write "The Black Cat"...

I like Eliot a lot, but we can't deny that he wrote "Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats". http://coral.lili.uni-bielefeld.de/Classes/Summer97/Sem...ex/oldpossumlex.html


Regards,
Marterius

Ben, that is good...ya musta been inspired...the right gal can do that.

Marterius, yes he did. As for practical crats, think Dragon Lady, pits and pendulums, Birman, exotic spices.

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.HalfALeague.HalfALeague

use whatever alias you like, i know who you are. your time will come.

fffffttttttttt

XO Hiaku

XO see maimed quair
Feer hook strike in jaw so deep
No master save him

Through long nursery nights he stood
By my bed unwearying,
Loomed gigantic, formless, queer,
Purring in my haunted ear
That same hideous nightmare thing,
Talking, as he lapped my blood,
In a voice cruel and flat,
Saying for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."

That one word was all he said,
That one word through all my sleep,
In monotonous mock despair.
Nonsense may be light as air,
But there's Nonsense that can keep
Horror bristling round the head,
When a voice cruel and flat
Says for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."

He had faded, he was gone
Years ago with Nursery Land,
When he leapt on me again
From the clank of a night train,
Overpowered me foot and head,
Lapped my blood, while on and on
The old voice cruel and flat
Says for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..."

Morphia drowsed, again I lay
In a crater by High Wood:
He was there with straddling legs,
Staring eyes as big as eggs,
Purring as he lapped my blood,
His black bulk darkening the day,
With a voice cruel and flat,
"Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!..." he said, "Cat! ... Cat!..."

When I'm shot through heart and head,
And there's no choice but to die,
The last word I'll hear, no doubt,
Won't be "Charge!" or "Bomb them out!"
Nor the stretcher-bearer's cry,
"Let that body be, he's dead!"
But a voice cruel and flat
Saying for ever, "Cat! ... Cat! ... Cat!"

-- Robert Graves

Marterius, that Bob fella...out Poe'd Poe...what a dark mind he dwelt in huh? Well, he obviously didn't like crats...good on him, I don't either.

Dan

Pres., TYHC

http://www.WheresTheNapalm.Verse?