carol
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Marriage ReadingI'm needing a verse or two for my big day, ie Shakespeare, Rabbie Burns etc ............. anyone any ideas?
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kathyv
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Any particular topic? Other than Marriage? Do you have a specific subject you want a verse for?
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carol
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just a reading suitable for a wedding ceremony kath, one of my pals will hopefully be reading it.
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Blackadder
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I'm working on it. Don't worry, it'll be ready soon! 
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carol
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I suspected you would be 
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Blackadder
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And now I know one of your unsavoury "pals" will be reading it ... I now have my subject ... yes ... it's YOU!
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carol
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I'll probably be your only audience 
unsavoury pals? What are you stirring in that pot of yours BA 
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Blackadder
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You'll have to wait and see! 
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carol
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If it's a character assassination I'll throttle you 
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kathyv
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Lochinvar! One of my favorite poems, that would make a good reading, then you and the new hubby can run off on a horse at the end!
Here are a few quotes. . .
Love is everything it's cracked up to be…It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.
Erica Jong,
I pay very little regard...to what any young person says on the subject of marriage. If they profess a disinclination for it, I only set it down that they have not yet seen the right person.
Jane Austen
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit;
For if they could, Cupid himself would blush
To see me thus transformed to a boy.
William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice, Act II Scene 6
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet cxvi
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Blackadder
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Carol ... Shakespeare couldn't hold a candle to what I'M composing for your alleged pal to read out. And I promise you ... it is NOT a character assassination. I wouldn't do that to you for your wedding. Honestly! 
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carol
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strange happennings, I posted here and it has disappeared 
Along the lines of ..........
Thanks BA Kath some nice verses. I'd been looking at Shakespeare stuff.
PS if anyone finds my missing post let me know (although I have searched )
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Blackadder
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Dear god ... what an innocent! She believed me! Bless!!!
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carol
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you infuriate me BA, I'd put my searches off looking for something from you
Never trust a blackadder, one of these days you'll be a headless one
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Blackadder
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GOTCHA!!! 
Nope ... not to worry, Carol. I will post quite soon with what I have in mind for you. And I promise ... you'll like it!
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carol
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mmmmmm I dread to think what
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Blackadder
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It's good to keep you on your toes.
See how I'm helping you to shed the tonnage before you get wed for the 4th time??
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carol
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put me out of my misery ..............
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Blackadder
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Very tempting .... but no!
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carol
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note the wedding is the beginning of August not the end
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Blackadder
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Give me two more days. That's ample time. Like your bazooms! (allegedly!)
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carol
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sufficient to flatten you with
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Blackadder
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No argument there!
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carol
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good 2 more days then
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Blackadder
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Unless this is what you're after .....
I never knew
when such a time as this would come
Don't know if sooner or after
but I knew it must surely come.
Conceal this not for the world
so life could share my story
and my time would be a memorable one
e’en if I die not a martyr.
Spread this across the globe,
let it be read o’er continents,
heard from both rear and near
that I left this part of me.
Of what good is it
as I lived and died like every other common men
or if I live and die later with a befitting cheerio ceremony,
does that determine my status in heaven?
Do you think this is a confession?
or an eulogy?
No ... but a simple verisimilitude,
which I stole from my conscience to life.
After so much I’ve acquired in life,
what have I given in return?
God owns the glory that I had to die
maybe to sleep a lifetime of rest.
All the deviltries I’ve done,
all cruelties I brought to life,
as well as the inconveniencies I rendered life,
I hope I’d be forgiven.
All those whom I wronged
either through my cowardice,
or on one reckless emotion,
I plead you pardon the meek in me.
All the promises I left unfulfilled,
my ideology was so weak about your pains
but if sorry won’t do as I’m sure it wouldn’t,
please come take your pound of flesh with no sympathy.
To those valuable times I wasted,
whose ages I whilst away doing no something,
how I wish I knew your worth,
I would have treasured you but do take heart.
All the goodness, which I left undone
your returns might have done the world twice good
but my ignorance doomed you
I plead you pardon the meek in me.
To my handwork which was not clean,
as if I knew not you were evil
but the selfishness and greed in me helped thee
lo and behold, I forsake ye!
My achievements in life,
both in sanity or through reflex actions;
either by commission or omission,
I pray you’d contribute in saving the world of humanity.
All those that were tied to me,
in one course or in one cause,
I knew I was indebted to you all
only God would help reward you.
To all that sustained my life:
The air, the crystal, the sunlight and et-cetera,
I had y’all for free yet gave no return
sincerely, I really appreciate your support.
To all the paths I threaded when alive,
and the milieus I barricaded,
I envy the safety and shelter you gave me
may you too find rest someday.
Like many who had done me one good,
I thank you o’er and o’er again
do accept this token of my gratitude
for this I know is not in any way enough.
Those who felt nothing was good about me,
I guessed your mind only told you so
but now that I’m no more
maybe I’d make a better woman here in the Lord.
All I was supposed to;
that I ought to; and those which I oughtn’t to
but ignored or gave in, due to one or no reason,
I apologize with great remorse.
To all those energies I gave away
on my great pursuit in life,
if I were in your shoes, I knew I wouldn’t long endure.
Many thanks for not failing me.
I ne’er forgot what contributed greatly to this success –
the book that entails this message
alongside with the ink that wrote it,
I crave your humbleness towards this piece.
For those two
who brought about me,
I love as I appreciate you.
May the blessings of God remain with you always.
I understood how come circa my existence –
the beautiful work of the e’er and most wonderful God.
SIRE! only if You could lend me the mouth of your angels,
So I could sing in their sweetest voices my gratitude to You.
How glad I was always
to see myself as one of your art work,
it at times made me feels like I was more than a human
You are the greatest artist I’ve e’er known.
I don’t know what good I did with my life,
but I was sure of my sins as human
which your words warned us against
do forgive me for the sake of you, beloved.
Now that I’ve come to you
with my deeds which none is hidden from the reach of your eyes,
please do be merciful,
let my sins not hinder me from your mercy.
If there is anybody I had done one good,
ne’er bother showing compassion or waste your tears
instead, rejoice with me as I take my rest
in the atmosphere where peace reigns.
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carol
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it's not a death sentence BA, but a binding of two souls
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Blackadder
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Same thing in my books! 
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Blackadder
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And I am in good company .... look at this by the great poet ... Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)
On Marriage
Then Almitra spoke again and said, "And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness
And let winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Amen, brother ........ amen! Though I would've put a bit more humour in it!
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Blackadder
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Then there the fingers-down-you-throat crap like ...
Love Is More
e.e cummings
Love is more thicker than forget
more thinner than recall
more seldom than a wave is wet
more frequent than to fail
It is most mad and moonly
and less it shall unbe
than all the sea which only
is deeper than the sea
Love is less always than to win
less never than alive
less bigger than the least begin
less littler than forgive
It is more sane and sunly
and more it cannot die
than all the sky which only
is higher than the sky
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How do I love thee?
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old grief, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
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Blackadder
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Then again the people's favourite, Pam Ayres has this to say ...
Yes, I'll Marry You
Yes, I'll marry you, my dear,
And here's the reason why;
So I can push you out of bed
When the baby starts to cry,
And if we hear a knocking
And it's creepy and it's late,
I hand you the torch you see,
And you investigate.
Yes, I'll marry you, my dear,
You may not apprehend it,
But when the tumble-drier goes
It's you that has to mend it,
You have to face the neighbour
Should our labrador attack him,
And if a drunkard fondles me
It's you that has to whack him.
Yes, I'll marry you,
You're virile and you're lean,
My house is like a pigsty
You can help to keep it clean.
That sexy little dinner
Which you served by candlelight,
As I do chipolatas,
You can cook it every night!
It's you who has to work the drill
and put up curtain track,
And when I've got PMT it's you who gets the flak,
I do see great advantages,
But none of them for you,
And so before you see the light,
I do, I do, I do!
I have a lot of admiration for Pam. She carries on and doesn't care that she's never going to be a Burns, but a McGonagall ... and I am a great fan of the Worst Poet in the world!
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mairead
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I've always loved the lines of Eliz. Barret Browning in 'How do I love thee'
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Blackadder
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Well, I'd expect that from you, Mairead. You consort so freely with lower orders!
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mairead
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na, I just believe in the beauty of words
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Blackadder
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Elizabeth Barret Browning?
How do I loathe thee ... let me count the ways ...
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kathyv
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That may be but she was writing to Robert, not you! heh heh heh!
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carol
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Not sure how I would grade some of the verses
Pam Ayres one was hilarious but not quite suited for us
Liked the Kahlil Gibran one, e.e Cummings was a bit puky, Elizabeth Barrett Browning a bit flowery, I'm sure a combination of all would be fine
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Blackadder
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Kahlil Gibran was a Master of the Art! Pam Ayres, the Clown Princess. ee cummings would been kicked black and blue at my old school for being a geek!
Don't worry, Carol ... you're gonna like what I'VE created. It's just not quite finished yet.
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carol
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your masterpiece will be presented with the Order of Service on the day
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carol
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PS ........... I have this vision of rolling in the 'aisle'
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carol
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just back from a meeting with the registrar
I never knew the word God is not allowed to mentioned during a Civil Wedding not even in a reading.
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Blackadder
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Oh good! Cos he doesn't appear in my paean to your wedding either!
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carol
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don't have the word obey in it either, I bow down to no man
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Blackadder
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Once you've read my little ode, you won't be left standing! No-one will!
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carol
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I can imagine!
We're playing our own music on the day so it's not the usual bridal march, got visions of my page boys dancing down the aisle. It's not what you would call a formal wedding, more informal than anything else.
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Blackadder
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Oh good ... the messier the better!
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carol
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not too OTT BA! It has to meet the approval of the registrar, although her only stipulation was not to have the word God in it. She also gave us a booklet of verses in it, which included the Pam Ayres one! Which is far from being the 'norm'. Although I've every faith in your piece BA
note the sooner rather than later, that date is getting nearer!
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Blackadder
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Not long now!
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Blackadder
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How about this, Carol??
EAST TO THE SEA,
WEST TO THE LAND,
DEATH TO THE BITCH
THAT TOUCHES MY MAN.
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carol
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I'm not possesive, you can share him
are you at crawling pace BA? By the time you're finished I'll be married
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Blackadder
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I HAVE a life, you know!
It's done and posted to you! There'e at least four minutes of genius in that poem!
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carol
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I thought I'd be worth more than just a quick one
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Blackadder
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Don't give you're mind a treat. I wouldn't even give you 5 seconds!
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carol
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BA is now Flash Harry
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Blackadder
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Your delusions are overpowering you. Does your intended know you need therapy?
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carol
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relaxation therapy
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Blackadder
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A good cover-name if necessary I suppose. You must be paying the psychiatrists a fortune ... no wonder you're moving on to intended #4!
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carol
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many moons since I had one of them. Had to get one to proove I was in a sane state of mind! (long story messy divorce etc)
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carol
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| Blackadder wrote: | | It's done and posted to you! There'e at least four minutes of genius in that poem! |
thanks it really really touched me
Hey everyone BA has a heart!!!
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Blackadder
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Well, of course I do. Haven't I been telling you peasants for months that I'm the nicest man in all Britain? Get it through your thick heads ... and we can move on from there!
Next???
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carol
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what another wedding
I suppose we can say the knot is nearly tied so this thread can just tail off
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Blackadder
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Oh no ... we're on HUBBYWATCH. Waiting to see how long you're allowing this one before he becomes land-infill ... and then you go after RH (No #5)!
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Reluctant Hero
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Is that like Baywatch?
I think you are in line before me to become no. 5 BA
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carol
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no thanks RH, I've taste
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Blackadder
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| Quote: | | no thanks RH, I've taste |
After going though 4 husbands ... that's questionable!
And I prefer my women to be young and attractive and promiscuous!
You're promiscuous, but at your time of life ... well ... you can't be blamed for that I suppose. It must get lonely up in the Perthshire Hills with only your brood of feral children and three buried exes to keep you company!
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carol
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I'm a lady of leisure BA and nookie is not priority.
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Blackadder
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| Quote: | | I'm a lady of leisure BA and nookie is not priority. |
She meant, of course ...
| Quote: | | I'm a lady of pleasure, BA, and nookie is always top priority. |
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carol
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you're so funny on a dismal morning
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Blackadder
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I try.
Just don't deny it, Madam!
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mairead
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Lordie BA. They say that men who talk about it, can't actually perfom. Is this true in your case.
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Blackadder
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Mairead's contention is what is known as an-aphorism
| Quote: | | They say that men who talk about it, can't actually perfom |
Some claim that we learned all we need to learn in kindergarten. If attaining the good life was as simple as following the golden rule–and the scarcity of physical, intellectual and spiritual resources could be remedied through the practice of benevolent cooperation–we’d all be better off. But that scenario is not possible. We all know that believing in the facility of those sorts of aphoristic guides provides nothing more than a soothing sensation intended to mask the reality of the intensely politic, complicated and multivariate world we navigate. Aphorisms consist of psuedo-intellectual pleasantries and small-talk.
Sadly, graphic design contains a strong aphoristic tendency. The language of the image lends itself to the simple, direct, encapsulated statement and so the history of graphic design is filled with the equivalent of finely tuned aphorisms. Some take the guise of serious messages while others present as simple visual puns. In graphic design, as in literature, the aphorism is the easy way out. It is a form that delivers the semblance of wisdom while sidestepping the pitfalls of a true political or philosophical dialectic. We love aphorisms in visual and written language for the same reasons we love astrology and the daily horoscope. The aphorism may contain a kernel of truth–and a potentially valuable kernel–but is intentionally vague enough to be applicable in diverse situations and avoid, at first glance, any possible contradictions. Aphorisms make us feel smart through their ability to present pseudo-intellectual statements we can immediately understand. They make us feel good through their ability to unite otherwise argumentative individuals behind a seemingly meaningful statement. But the aphorism in design as in literature contains little intellectual substance and only the vaguest common ground on which to stand.
While this aphoristic tendency acts as an obstruction between graphic design and its potential as an intellectual medium on par with literature and ‘high art’, it is an immense boon to the commercial world to which graphic design–and graphic designers–are so often associated and beholden. The logo, word-mark, visual identity and ad campaign are simple visual aphorisms designed to fill a particular niche in the citizenry’s collective intellectual and emotive consciousness. They are accomplices in the dumbing-down of our culture and in the establishment of the corporate interest as the dominant political force in our society. Like aphorisms in literature and philosophy, the visual aphorism can’t stand pointed criticism or close scrutiny. And so it is fortunate for the corporation that the public is seemingly less and less interested in careful scrutiny or capable of incisive criticism.
As a group, designers are responsible for a great deal of visual aphoristic production and so it is our collective responsibility to re-complicate the visual milieu. A tendency is not a rule or an unavoidable condition: it is simply a danger that we should be careful to avoid. The image is a powerful tool and potentially a means of disseminating extraordinarily complex ideas and information. The information and ideas contained within graphic design need not be reduced to the simplest common denominator–the most reductive form. Complicate your work. Expect the viewer to spend more than 3.2 seconds scanning its surface. Demand engagement and criticism. While reduction and simplification may be in order in some applications (signage, forms) they are counter-productive approachs relative to the larger good–the critical, reflective society and the productive place of graphic design in that society
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mairead
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Wid ye stoap googlin' an' tryin' tae impress us wi' a' that garbage,
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Blackadder
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