reverie

~Brief Description~ Revery: a conflicted archmage of old, seemly stuck in his early twenties. He stands about average height for a human with a medium build. The dreamlost is his self proclaimed mantle and realm. He shares some aspects with that of a low level plane walker, but is really more of a leaper: A sentimentalist to the end, leap frogging his way through the disparate stories whose gateways are the written word of man...

As per Request... My PM loosely explaining Slam poetry... or my take on it at least... Hmm, how to describe slam poetry... Well, Slam Poets views the world of poetry in two Relms: Slam Poetry: Short Spoken Word poems that are meant to be Preformed before an Audience in a Competitive Setting (usually 3 minutes in length or less) Which, often incorporates elements of narrative story telling with a flair for the dramatic... and Page Poetry: Everything Else... Like, I'm a page poet... I write for the sake of writing, and generally direct poems either towards myself or one or two people in mind... Like a love poem... Slam Poets write to and for similar reasons, except they write their poems as performers on stage... Slam Poets can often sound like hip hop without music, but that's largerly a regionally thing... Like, if you are in a highly urban area, you'll get more spoken word with a hip/hop flare... See drummodo and Wyv's works... or if you in a more diverse college town, you'll find the poems have a less rhythmic but more reflective quality... But then, again you never know what you're going to get... Many people travel great distances to slam... Slam poems range from form stone cold serious to laugh out loud funny... Ya know, some of the great slam poets even elevate it to the Level of a very short One-Man-Show/Play...or Monolague with the Audience... Oh, but by no means, do I expect the Page Poets of the Pen to aspire fully to the level of a veteran Slam Poet... Like, I only have one or two poems that are slam worthy... Still, I do not recommend Slamming often... Like in any competition, you can tend to lose focus on what's important: the work. A lot of slammers get consumed with "Winning" and resort to overused trite gimmicks and hooks to win the audience over... See the pop music of any genre. I've also happened to meet Gyle Danley, a former international champion a few years ago: gayle danley Her website probably explain it better than I can.. Here's a couple of her poems: Gayle Danley, "Megahurts," she kept saying. "There are four hurts that stain the mind worse than coffee: when the cord is cut and the baby must endure life separately when he lies and leaves and the baby learns there is no such thing as love and must endure life separately when Mama lays her last breath into your arms and the baby realizes forever lies and must endure life separely when the baby dies and there is no one near to catch the final blinking of her eyes and she must endure death separately, megahurts, sugar, mega" and you know you numbers coming like the last orange line train slowly on schedule soon --- Civil Rice by Gyle Danley I didn't march in Birmingham or sit in at Woolworths or wave a picket sign boycott anything or spend a night in the county jail I missed all his speeches and was nowhere near that aching mule pulling his casket But I'll have you know I was part of the Civil Rice Movement Yes I ate rice with Coretta Scott King and it was't just any rice It was gently cooked resting beneath a blanket of gravy Coretta's niece was my cousin's best friend and during one of our many visits to the niece's home I had rice with the Kings! Mrs. King served it herself wearing an apron and her bouffant-for-life And then we discussed Dr. Kings next speech and he rehearsed it for me and we wrote the melody for that song(We shall Overcome) and I became the family advisor They're gonna build a monument to me with a fork in one hand and a copy of Ebony in the other The plague at my feet will read: Altanta Native Ate Rice With the Kings And I'll be on Oprah and I'll be judged not by the color of my skin but by the number of rice recipes I've created: mountaintop rice voting rice casserole I am somebody rice and my favorite brown rice (for colored eaters only) So let the marchers waste their time While they're toting pickets signs I'll be holding up my folk in memory of that spe- cial day Standing among the giants of my time: Rosa Jesse Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben .... well, hope some of that helps, rev...

Katz: Glad to have you aboard... Regarding ## of Slam Poets: I actually expected more ppl to sign up for open mike than the Slam? hmm... Well, i can thrown out the Slam limit, if you think more than 10 will sign up... That would be really great...I just needed to illustrate the cooresponding # of rounds... But remember for every additional round I tack on, the poet most slam another poem. Loki Great. hmm, maybe after more people sign up, I should hold a poll for whether or not to use Audio? Thoughts? rev...

Okay, I've had two more happy quest seekers sign up: Wyvern as a Judge and Cyril Darkcloud as Special Guest... Likewise, because of a generous donation of time and resources: Audio may be do-able... I have to think about it some more, though... rev...

Not at all Zariah... I'm been PM'ing explainations... Thanks for the assist though... rev...

Audio? hmm, never thought about that... **pauses to consider** 1. That would prolly involve someone willing to host the media files for that... 2. It might limit the participates, due to lack of means/know how to record audio... hmm... Well, I suppose if and only if all slammers agreed to put their poem in an audio format in addition to their post... AND if someone finds a means of hosting it, then I'd allow it... Otherwise, the quest shall proceed page poet style... it's a 'Vitual' Slam Quest remember... Hmm, but vitual could also mean doing a Video and Audio stream together...but I think that's a little beyond my skill, at least for my quest...and it might be a little much for dial up connections... Sounds like a good idea for the future though... rev...

Happy Happy... :wizzie: rev...

Rules/Procedures: Master of Ceremonies: MC is always right. MC will not perform poetry as Revery. Hostess: Hostess is always right... Special Guest Poet: May perform anything… Poet is not limited to Poetry. Guest Poet may sing, dance, preach, lecture, preform a one act play, plug her/her book, invite audience participation, teach an informal class, lecture, and take requests…whatever and what have you… Open Mike: 1. Poets may perform anything; I do mean anything remotely resembling poetry… 2. No time, prop, character, form or length limitations… 3. Audience is not obligated devote their whole attention to the Open Mikers… in other words, people might be moving around and talking during their performances. 4. OP Mikes will not be formally judged. 5. May be members of Audience. Judges: 1. May be member of Audience 2. Judges rate slam poets on a scale of 1 to 10 a)Initial Results/impressions may be PM’d to me and or other judges to review b)Final Results can be posted individually, in tandum with other judges, or filtered through the Hostess or Master of Ceremonies... c)American idol type sidebar judging styles allowed, though not required... 3. Judges will rate poets solely on their poetry, without regard to RP style, costume, props, past performance, etc. 4. Slam Poets’ Score will consist of the average of all judges 5. May judge as many as 3 elimination rounds. Rounds: 1. Number of Rounds will correspond to the number of Slam Poets Competing. 2. One Round for 3 Poets 3. Two Rounds for 5 Poets A. 2 Poets would be eliminated from the first round, leaving 3 to compete in the Second Round. 4. Three Rounds for 10 Poets A. 5 Poets would be eliminated from the first round, leaving 5 to compete in the Second Round B. 2 Poets would be eliminated from the second round, leaving 3 to compete in the Third and Final Round. Slam Poets: 1. May be members of audience 2. Must perform a new poem for every round of competition: No repeats. 3. Poet is judged solely on Poem Presented: RP style, Props, costumes though allowed should not Factored into the Judging. 4. Poems limited to 600 words or 100 lines entry, but there is no obligation to meet or “fill” the 600/100 word/line limit.

Proposed Order of Events: ~~subject to change~~~ 1. Initial Setup thread: Revery (e.g. M.C. opens up the floor for open mike) 2. Back stories welcome for any arriving poets/guest/staff/audience members 3. Open Mike Poets perform/ Hostess and MC sets the stage... 4. Break for chit-chat/food/ whatever… 5. MC makes introductions, goes over the rules, and opens the Slam Competition 6. Slam Poets perform 1 to 3 rounds of slam poetry 7. Judges Declare Winner 8. Winning Poet awarded prize... 9. Intermission 10. Special Guest Poet Performs… 11. MC Closes: “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.”

Slam Quest Thread Slam Quest O.O.C. thread In order to fulfill my quill quest, I propose we hold a Virtual Poetry Slam. If you would like to sign on, please PM me with your Role preference... Ladies and Gentleman: The winner and champion of the first Annual Dreamlost Slam Quest is none other than the Co-Guild-leader from the Articulate Artisans of Alliteration: The poet and wordsmith: Mira Everyone please feel free to congratulate him in the Slam Quest thread. Additional Audience members real or unreal are free to show up at anytime... Slam Poetry explanation: Rev's take Zariah's take Setting: Cabaret Room Roles:[/color] Master of Ceremonies: Revery Hostess: Zariah Featured Guest Poet: Cyril Darkcloud Open Mike Poets: at least 5: 1. Fountain (alt character) 2. Zariah 3. Tanuchan 4. drummondo 5. Vlad 6. Ayshela 7. OPEN list... Slam Poets: at least 3, but no more than 10. 1. Mira 2. Loki Wyrd 3. Katzaniel 4.drummondo 5. cryptomancer 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Judges: 3 or 4, but can be members of audience 1. Vlad 2. Wyvern 3. Ayshela Audience members: Open free for all Wait staff / tea and or coffee makers / Bartendor: Open free for all Audience/MISC so far...maybe: Listed for Reference: 1. Nyyrak 2. Cerulean 3. Katzaniel 4. Tanuchan Waiter/Minstrel? 5. Mynx Waitress 6. Peredhil 7. fountain Slam Poet Prize: A very special Cyril Darkcloud "multi-part critical analysis of the winning contestant's work" more to follow...

A dog or cat that runs around Forever at my beck and call Morphing to a wolf or lion When I dare to turn that way lay off the drugs, Vlad... No, seriously, reminds me of someone lying on their back in a field, picking out shapes in the clouds... A cold field of clouds, I guess... Think D. Adams, came up with the idea for Hitch Hiker's Guilde in much the same way... Something to do with lying in a field in Australia... BTW, as far as the movie goes... i recommend waiting for the video... rev...

drum: yeah, something like that...but was not actively thinking about what particular line had to be repeated... just went with my gut feeling... DL: your welcome... I'm no expert... just a lay-poet on mission to change the world... one syllable at a time... rev...

I knew a hag What a nag Gave her a bag She wants a rag What a drag She makes me gag Silly old hag --- hmm, hope the finals went well... Anyway... there's room to expand the ending slightly, if you like... for example... instead of just "silly old hag" you could say some along of the lines of: I knew a hag What a nag Gave her a bag She wants a rag What a drag She makes me gag I knew a nag Silly old hag or I knew a hag What a nag Gave her a bag She wants a rag What a drag She make me gag I knew a hag I watched her sag... ya know, stuff like that... to make it rounder... or could do this: I knew a hag What a nag Gave her a bag She wants a rag What a drag She makes me gag. Silly old hag or just could leave as is... whatever, just things I see... rev...

Yesterday, I was introduced to something new. In what I believe to be a refreshing phenomenon in the world of folk music, I was invited to partake in a literal House concert: House Concerts My friend Dave calls me up the other day, and invites me out to see Sean Altman... Don't worry, I had no idea who he was either. Dave summed up his work as a kinda of musical-Jewish-comedic thing. Anyway, I'm like sure, why not... I was supposed to meet up with Dave, his fiancée, and one of his strategy gamer friends at a Hispanic restaurant in Rockville, MD... Having arrived somewhat early and this being, for totally unrelated reasons, my third brief visit to Rockville this week, I decided to have a quick walk around town. I encountered several Victorian era homes, a hundred year-old redbrick courthouse, and a several monuments to wars past. Everything from the Revolutionary War to 911... I found the 911 memorial park especially poignant: Rockville lost eleven souls to the flames of September...and thus had erected a small quiet place for her fallen. She had set aside a well-landscaped half-oval brick path adjacent to the Old redbrick Courthouse mentioned earlier. Evenly spaced along the oval, were set metallic and wood benches. Along the backs of the long sheet metal was roughly scrawled, the inspiration words and quotes that must have characterized the lives of the fallen... Quotes, ranged from William Wordsworth, Jack London, Confucius, to Kansas' 70's rock ballad, Carry on my wayward son. I also noticed as disproportional amount of these momuments giving homage to the lost cause of the Confederacy. Thus harking back to the old pains of the civil war... Maryland seems somewhat unaware of her middle state status. I figure she must have always wanted to be a Southern State... I can't for the life of me, think why? Why not enjoy her borderline sentimentality, and take the opportunity to function as a happily mixed gateway to both the Northern and the Southern Cultures... Like, sympathy’s one thing, but jeez girl, the civil war was over a hundred years ago... and you fought on the side of the North..."Let it go..." Well, anyway, I left the solemn atmosphere of the park and wondered into a more commercial district. A fairly new stadium style movie theater with all the satellite amenities that come with it was only a block or so away... I don't know if you have to love or hate American for this sort of thing. On one block, you have Victorian reverence for the past... and almost directly across from it you have a Starbucks and Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Parlor . Casting a thoughtful look back to the park, I turned towards the parlor thinking, "Well, who am I to stop progress..." I'd grabbed at Blue berry cone and was on my way again... About this time, my friend called me, and informed me that "Aye Caramba's" our chosen place of gastrula pleasure, was closed due to a faulty hot-water pump.... Darn the luck. Therefore, with Mexican out, we opted for Greek instead... I promptly met up with Dave and Company at Apollo's ... Where his fiancée and friend enjoyed a nice Spinach Pie. I thought it was Spanakopita...but who am I to split hairs... Anyway, after some lively, though somewhat tensely subdued conversation (someone was in bad mood) we proceeded to the House Concert... Now at the time, I had no idea what a 'House concert' was... Dave kept referencing it as "house music," which I took to mean the DJ inspired techno-isk dance music... This thoroughly confused me, because one, Dave and Co just didn't seem like the type that would be into that sorta thing, and two, I thought we were going to see a Comedian, albeit an musical one... Well, imagine my surprise when we end up leaving the lights of Downtown Rockville, in favor of the more subdued and suburban street lamps of a satellite commuter neighborhood... Situated at the bottom of a cul-de-sac: shiny Subaru-like sedans, station wagons, soccer-mom-minivan's, and the occasional dodge prowler radiated out from the unassuming two story/two car garage house for about a block a half. My Toyota prius, complemented the mixed WASP-ie Jewish caravan quite nicely... The only thing that differentiated the house from the other suburbanite’s was a very small sign in the front lawn proclaiming, "Moore Music." Apparently, we were going to pay Mr. Moore a visit... Okay, how can I sum up the crowd and atmosphere of this quaint community... Think: Mid thirties to Middle aged, Upper middle class WASP with a smattering of Jewish and Geek Sensitivity. And with two or three token Asians, I being among them. Well, partially at least... This neighborhood had the look and feel of something right out of Television... I swear, I fully expected, the cast of Seventh Heaven to come out of the driveway and usher us all in. How it works: From what I was able to gather... These house concerts are an underground or as my friend Dave likes to term it "independent" phenomena within the folk music community... They operate on a donation base and are a strictly word of mouth venture...Ticket Master need not apply... The door donation at this particular venue was 15 bucks with accompanying artist paraphernalia T-shirt and music display. The food was free and potluck style: Cookies, soda, juice, chocolate birthday cake, tiramisu, cheese and vegetable plate, and the all important potato salad... The concert itself was being held in Steve Moore's finished basement. As you can imagine, the accommodations were simple. Simple but surprising adequate. The main room, really the only room, could not have been larger 300 square feet. It was shoot gun style too, where the front and back of the room where shorter in length than the sides... Steve had set out about 8 or so rolls of metal fold-out chairs in front of the stage and a similarly laid out wing to the left of the stage... All and all I estimate that we had 45 to 55 ppl seated down there. They weren't all regulars either, when polled only half of the audience had ever been there before... So on with the show. There were two acts this evening. The feature attraction, "Sean Altman" and the opening act, "Paul and Storm." In a strange, twist the opening actually performed last, so Steven took the stage almost immediately. So, anyway, I had taken to asking about just who is this "Sean a." character that everyone is so excited about... Then it hit me: Sean Altman was none-other than author of the infamous and catchy "Where in the World is Carmon Sandiego," from the Publicly broadcasted Kid's Game Show of the same name.... You may remember him as the extremely tall singer of the A Cappella group "Rockapella" Apparently he's was a founding member. He also pinned, "Zombie Jamboree" and Vitamin C covered his song, "Unhappy Anniversary," on her self titled debut album... Okay back to Sean: Tall guy with guitar singing songs... I would not totally describe his songs as folk, but they do have the narrative story telling element to them. Actually they were good, silly but good. Hmm, the best way to I can think to describe his style is this: Think, "They might be Giants" distilled into the soul of "Tenacious D" unplugged with the voice and wit of the "Bare Naked Ladies" front man... Yep, that's him... I also noted heavy "Beatles influence" with reverence to Monarchia and calypso bands." Some Elvis Costello elements might have also been at work, but Elvis Costello is pretty much Burt Backarack chanelling the Beatles... so same difference... All and all he was a very entertaining charactor, that invited much audience particapation... Ya know "carmon sandiego" IS a good song unplugged... So is the uncensored version of "Zamborie Jamboree." He also does a pretty good impersonation of a trumpet and a few other instruments... which reminded of the likes of Bobby Mcferrin I picked up his ablum to see how i'd like them... Sadly, the vibe and feel that you get in personal just doesn't translate into his CD's: Where, his live preformance was raw and organic story telling through the medium of a lone guitar man...with the occassion help of the "opening act." ....his CD's relied too much on synthesizer tricks and gimics... Disapointing really. Oh well, we all can't be pop-star... which is what he was going for... After Sean, went on the local "opening act" came on. They were funny. Giving tribute to "Randy Newman" by redoing his theme to the movie "Sea Bisquit." Newmanising it so it was more inkeeping with his style. Like "Short People" or the "You got a friend" from Toy Story... They also briefly retold the "Lord of the Rings, The Passion, and the Silence of the Lambs" in this style. All and all, I'd say they have potential...but still think they have a lot of work in front of them... Off to the proverbial woodshed with you... Well, this was fun... rev...

Hey, check us out... wyv's going in a few minutes... Yea! rev...

I wonder if it looks better this way??? Imperial blues © (Variation 04/25/2005) “Despair is discovering your fears manifested in the dreams of others.” “Sorrow is seeing those dreams come to fruition…” The Selfish Empire Flourishes So send out the heralds of indignation -And let the horn of abandon blow fierce As we bow before the fury imperium And no ire but its own will be let to prosper For, the furor must confer righteous. it must...

Imperial blues © (Edited April 22, 2005) “Despair is discovering your fears manifested in the dreams of others.” “Sorrow is seeing those dreams come to fruition…” The Selfish Empire Flourishes So send out the heralds of indignation -And let the horn of abandon blow fierce As we bow before the fury imperium And no ire but its own will be let to prosper Extrinsic anger must confirm righteous ~confounded: it must? It must…

hey D... do you do spoken word? Your style reminds me of it... cool, rev...

Welcome to pen, Bboy... I'm revery... Aye, I haven't seen your like in while... A poet with a strong of love of vividly capturing the emotions and reactions of the moment: drawing from that greatest of filters...a scene out of life's memory, and early childhood memory to boot... Way, before things got all complicated, huh? I take away from this something along the lines: Age brings on dulling of simple sensations... like your skin finally got used to coat the sleeve... cool. Though, it's a lot to take in all at once... Let's see lvl 4 feed back... Give sec... thinking Think you'll need Cyril or Quincunx for this one...but I'll take a stab at it... Oh, btw, these are only suggestions... Okay simple stuff first: 1st Stanza, 8th line: That felt like they'd travel for en eternity Unless your going for a dialect thing, revise to "an" 6th Stanza first line: My old girlfriend played with my hair Hmm, well, I don't think you need "girlfriend" here... You could get the same effect, just simply saying: The Wind played with my hair Then by removing: the wind from the 10th line, still sixth stanza: I promise the wind, my love, that I’ll play with her another day, It's one of those, 'less is more' kind of things... You don't always need to spell out the metaphore so completely... I.E., leaving the reader a tiny bit of guess work here and there, allows an opportunity for them to gain that reflective "oh" feeling... when, they figure it out... if that makes any sense? 7th stanza, fifth line: at this point, the metaphore has already been loosely defined, so the leaving "my girl, the wind" could serve to finalize it... but then again, you could alter it just the same, by taking out "the wind" In this case, i believe either would work... That's all I got for now... I'll try to come back to it later if you want more... best of luck, rev...

I haven't read the book, but I understand the sentiment... You capture it so much better than my unfinished sand poem ever did... well done... but I wrote sand the day troops crossed into iraq...so the inspiration didn't have the benifit of hindsight... hmm, you inspire to try to finish it... when morning comes, for i write best in the morning, I just might... thank you, oh...but here's a thought: I see his sinning sink, as terms are sown Why not just "sin?" I see his sin sink, as terms are sown ... Also, maybe some more description of the "carpet" but the whole "apricots tomorrow" thing is a nice touch... Was that one of the many themes from the book? Basically the future promise of fruits for enduring terrible burdens/labors? rev...

oh wow, my guilds old website is still up and wonder of all wonders, my log in still works... here's an even better War tools page Apparently, the borg just kept updating the thing... This version comes complete with a still working: Stack Calculator Force Comparator Building Calculator strangely, no quick start option though... oh wait, here's a beta version will all the options from the previous two pages... beta version neat, rev...

War Tools by Wizcoke and co... In cleaning out my favorites links, I ran across one of my old B2 guild's War Tools page... Once adapted to the new game, it might be helpful for those of you still playing... I believe two people had a hand in creating... Wizcoke from Unseen Empire and some other mage I can't remember from either the White Tower or Convenant... More Notably, the Borg used it in B2 after my guild disbanded... have fun, rev...

ah... takes for explaining... though remember, you never have to do that... especially a poem... Yeah, I know what you mean about going it alone, to quote stephen king, "Write your first draft with the door closed, the second with the door open..." Good luck on your journey... And one day, may you find that certain uncommon and discerning listener that we all write for... still looking myself, rev...

Nice. Working alone again? Well, then again, when it comes down to it, don't we all write alone? Setting? A empty school perhaps? Have you stayed behind to finish up... Like a lone professor hanging back to finish up? Or maybe a place work, with an employee doing similar... Or maybe some form of punishment as you title "flagged" could suggest? I like your poems, they make me think... Though, I'm not entiring sure what you mean by "with down" in your second to last line... Are you defeated? ...deflated? ...sad? ...or just a using it as a following phrase for "hunched over." I've never heard "down" phrased that way before, so I struggle to discern it's meaning... Again, I'm not sure what you're going for...but if I'm anywhere close, I'll hazard a suggestion: revise to either, "When Down" or just "down" Also, in your fourth Line: congealed upon the walls I do understand if your observation of the actual scene in your mind or reality lends more to this word. However, I think, you could substitute the more simple "fixed" for "congealed." This is just a personal bias... Congealed seems a cold scientific word, and I never liked it. I can also see three places to divide the poem into three stanza... a 3, 3, 5 line set up... Not sure, but I can see it. Ultimately, the metaphore is yours to illuminate, and I don't know if doing any of my suggestions would add or take away from that. Again, It's just things, I happen to see. You don't have to post... but please keep writing... best of luck revery the dreamlost "Reluctantly crouched at the starting line" (Cake, The Distance) the dream continues...

Oh thanks, ya know, I agree with you. The last lines separated does feel better. To me, separating them makes for a more "reflective pause." I like reflection. take care, rev...