reverie

personally... I never classified rants and debates in the same catagory... If I rant i do so to vent... kinda like automatic writing... usually i'm not looking for any outside input... other than of an understanding sounding board... this of course should not be confused with my version of rambling... which is usually light-hearted, fun, and inclined to spark inspiration when blocked n'stuff... Anyways back to debate... Hmm, never understood the appeal of formalized debate for the sake of debate...(but then again, i was a band freak...) If an issue presents itself, I deal with it. If I need to defend myself or position I do likewise. However, if am being attacked for the sake of attack, I usually refuse to play. (especially those devils advocate ppls) So as for formalized depates, I don't believe they are needed. I vote null. If an issue is important enough to merrit that kind of scruntity, it will present itself in due course, with little need for proding. The relm of academia and politics are more suited for depates anyways...and will prolly present you more of a challenge... revery the dreamlost "ick" the dream continues...

Oh ppl rant on occasion... We don't Flame though... If you agruments are constructive and not personal attacks... then have at it... revery the dreamlost "trade?" the dream continues...

except for the yellow-green pus part... i like it... kinda too vivid... rev...

aye... what's with this obsession with syllable count lately ppl... if it sound good use it... revery the dreamlost "sheesh" the dream continues...

I use computer word and word pad mostly... end up doing a lot of copying and pasting of stuff to avoid just erasing everything like i used to as i would edit on the fly. This usually makes drafts long. Will still put pen to page when pressed or to kill time... rev...

shrod in nicely fitted forest green tunic with a dark blue cloak... The 30ish SM Quest strolles in... Greetings, I am SM Quest, envoy of Revery the dreamlost. The dreamlost sends his warmest regards and bids you a great welcome. Revery regrets that he could not meet you in person, because he is currently involved with the slaying of a rather large beast know only as The Dreaded Writer's Block. ...pauseing for a moment, the Envoy tilts his head up as if listening to someone or something far off, then nodds Ah, Revery's apprentice Fountain also sends his regards. However he is similarly detained. For he is presently involved in a quest of his own. If memory serves, our last formal communique from him, had him quite literally falling over a furious yet beautiful Crow type girl. Revery is not amused, and Castle has simply gone to pieces in shock. Pausing once more, SM Quest takes on the listening pose again. After a moment his brow seems to furrow in agitation." Castle it seems would also like to offer a greating of welcome: The envoy pulls our a mirror reflecting the image a grand yet dark castle, Shimmering about in patches, the vision of the great stonework fade in and out from opaque to barely visible then back to opaque. It's walls seem high and solid for one second then hollow and maluable the next. And at the center stands one lone tower. Staring in amazement the Castle seems to Hop, yes Hop... not once but twice, then it bounces, like a child, off the recoil of the 2nd hop into a what 'It' percieves to be a great mud puddle, what we would call a lake. Peering closer into the mirror the struction seems to shudder a bit, then nuzzle a nearby grove of trees... The single tower of the fortress seems to crane up and up as if looking at something, then does a sort of half tilt Loosely translated: "Hi, who you again? how you? ...oh, who smells like cabbage?" SM Quest lets out a rather loud "Hrrmmp," then quietly mutters, "silly ghost" under his breath... Once again Welcome to the mighty pen...and do have fun. With that, like light from a candle's flame slowly extingished, the Envoy fades from sight,. revery the dreamlost "hehe" the dream continues...

thanx.... yep, yep... i still can't spell... or maybe it was too much sluggyfreelance. heh... rev...

Rev's note: am writing this as an exercise in prose, since it is something i consider a weakness, and thus need to work on... inspired by fountain's back story in Crow's investigation in the Conservatory Revery crouched low in his chambers waiting. Raising his head slightly he scanned the darken room. The room lay in shambles. His desk had be smashed, his pens had be splittered, and his bed rested upended against the far wall. Everywhere else he looked he saw paper. Paper and Ink. Page after page of unfinished verse. That irked him, a little. Maybe more than a little in fact. Suffice to say the dreamlost had not had a good day. It had been hours since he last moved, but he was prepared to wait it out. He'd wait till time stood still if he had too; what other choice did he have? It had started out so simple. All he had to do was write one line. Just one simple line to get the ball rolling. He had employed his usually techniques to intiate the process of creating. He'd rambled, he'd hummed, he'd improved, he'd tapped his feet, he even went as far as to go for a long walk in the rain, which is not the easiest thing to do in the middle of snow storm, but he did it anyway. Still all had failed him. With a sigh, he flopped into his big blue comfy chair and had resigned himself to a bowl honeyed oatmeal with cinamini bananas's mixed in for good measure. Munch, Munch "Now the problem is...is in the beginning," he spoke a loud to no one in particular. "For one can go nowhere without a place to go from,"Munch, munch munch, he reasoned. "So what's keeping me from finishing this work, is that it hasn't even started it yet...hmmm," he finished. "oh bloody hell, I'm blocked...not again," he muttered. Then 'IT' had appeared. A monster so vile, that it cannot be describe fully, for fear of its terrible details corrupting your very soul. Pulling itself up from nowhere, it towered over the dreamlost. "That's right Revery," it hissed, "You are being blocked, by me, the living embodiment of all mediocrity, and every would-be-writer's greatest fear, it is I...The Dreaded Writer's Block!" Dropping the Oatmeal meal, Revery sprang up with his trusty quarterstaff in hand, "Ahh, you !@#$!!$, so you're the one causing all of this... I'm gonna @#$! !@$! !$ and then !##$!@# out of you, till your !#$! and you have to use a @!#$! to fix @!#$!! up...It's go time!!!" This went on for quite some time, and both revery and the Dreaded Writer's Block were surprized and appalled at such language. And so... the fighting commenced. Things kinda grew hazy for the dreamlost at this point. This is probably due to all the blood lost. Not that the loss of blood would have affected him one way of the other, but since childhood Rev had alway's gotten a little quizzy at the sight of blood. So he probably passed out a few times during the course of the battle. But wait if revery passed out, how the heck did the monster and him keep fighting you ask? Simple, Rev just threw his body into autopilot when he felt himself slipping out of relm of reality(this happens a lot). Oh it is intersting to note that sometime during the battle revery's apprentice fountain had been woking up from of his usual daze, by the sounds of all the fighting. Well actually he had been woking up by revery's quarter staff being broken over the his head, after the dreamlost missed an ill aimed blow at the moster shins, but the end result was the same. Luckily the young dream boy, hadn't a clue that this had occured, and he later chalked up all the swelling to bally being a little more anixous than usual. (note: bally acts as fountain's councious) So anyway, the young lad then used his great powers of observation to discern that something odder than usual was going on. However, Fountain then assumed that this was private matter between revery and his writer block, so decided not to bother them. He then at the urging of bally went far far away as fast as his two legs could take him. (author's note: good help is hard to find) So after an insanely long and semi-comotose battle, the monster retreated back somewhere out of sight in the dark recesses of the dreamlost's bed chamber. And revery now with his even trustier Raven's Beak in hand, lay low to the ground, waiting for the right moment to spring on the monster. Unfortunately the Dreaded Writing's Block was doing the exact same. Hmm, I suppose eventually one of them is going to have to blink... revery the dreamlost "heh" the dream continues...

hmm... entriging... Endurance? That prolly does have something to do with it. From my our investigation into the subject i find that no matter how tired we may get certain things tie to this world... When those thing disappear or lose their appeal, then that's cause for worry... rev...

aye... too many from too many books... that I only remember what they were about not what they were. I guess, one would be the main charator: From the book "beowolf's children" Poor guy never caught a break in life... hmm, and I guess the Moon sisters in I think it was called... Sister Dark, Sister light... but am not certain... rev...

...hands angelhoff a four leaf clover... (i always carry around seven of them at one time) hope that helps some... rev...

Ooc... rev's note... Um, oh just to clue you on fountain's friend bally... he's just a voice in fountain's head, so no one else can 'normally' perceive him... but then again I guess anyone with psychic or and advance sense of awareness would prolly know he's there or something... I.C. Some time had passed in the Cabaret Room since last we left fountain. The candles of the evening had burned low to their wicks, and most to Pen now slept soundly. Yet Zariah and crow still held their vigil, in hope of that more would soon join their quest. Fortunately, their wait had not been in vain. It seems that during fountain's long lapse into silence, a mysterious new comer had appeared. Good fortune for all that the Elf Maiden, Elwen had offered her aid to them. However, all this was lost on Fountain. For the moment Zariah had spoken, fountain became enthralled by her hopeful gaze. So there we find young Fountain still staring transfixed by the longing gaze of Zariah and Crow. Still waiting for an answer Crow turned to Zariah, "kaaaaaw, Hah"? Zariah pointedly played one of her sharpened nails down the length of her face thoughtfully and replied, " No I do not think he's asleep, but his eyes do seem to be gazed over. Hearing this exchange, Bally flickered reproachfully, then decided to take matters into his own hands? "Ah, Fountain," bally probed. No. That's not right all. Ballys don’t have hands. Scratch that. Bally decided to do something about it. Ah that's better. Fountain??? No that's just sounds too plain. How 'bout. Bally blazed fierce green in rage at Fountain’s rude behavior, and then railed against the silly boy's complete lack of ability to hold up his end of a conversation. Fountain! Fountain!! Wake Up, You have to wake up! You've been staring at the poor girl for hours now. They’re waiting for your answer. Quit turning everything into a internal monologue and wake up. Snapping out of it with a jolt, Fountain finally came to his senses. Giving himself a shake he turned his attention back to Zariah and her companion Crow. "Oh I'm sorry, Zariah. I tend to be easily distracted." Zariah smiled at the younger boy, "Um, that's okay Fountain, but does this happen a lot." Fountain quickly piped back, "Oh you must forgive me, Master Revery has been teaching me the art of lucid day dreaming. Unfortunately, he hasn't figure out how to teach me to...well to use his words 'turn it figgin off' yet." " Ca, Kaaaw hah eh? " "fountain, Crow wants to know if you've decided to help us," Zariah translated. Fountain shifted back and forth from one foot to another nervously, then thought toward the great green ball of wisdom that dominated one corner of his mind,"Can I bally, do you think Revery would let me?" "hmmm," bally mused. Then decided, "Oh I don't see why not. Revery's been so entrench fighting that writer's block. I do not think he even realizes you are gone." Growing eager now, Fountain brightened, "Ooh, I've love to help, Zariah, where do we start? What do we do? Should I bring my quarterstaff and full fighting regalia... Oh it's been so long since I’ve been on an adventure... Well find out where all the crows have gone yet. yeah, you bet." After recovering a little from his gush of exuberance, Fountain realized their numbers had grown. "ah, I’ve see we have a fine member of the noble elf kin among us... Hello, Elf Mistress, I am Fountain of the dreamlost. Apprentice to Poet Mage, Revery the dreamlost? Who might I ask are you again? I'm sorry, but I tend to get distracted and often miss..." Ooc. Whew, that was fun... revery the dreamlost "oye!" the dream continues...

happy, happy... rev...

um, kinda late on this one... heh, am getting my brain slammed by college and work myself, hmm not really much to add that wasn't already covered by other ppls... so i'll just give you a few of my OMG !!!! DANGER DANGER HOLY #@$%@$ @#$@#$ copeing tips... *drink water, it helps... *In rush meal literally running out the door: spoon peanut butter and triple bread cheese layer sandwich... (i.e. slice, cheese, slice, cheese, slice.) *peppermints reduce stress: in korea i carried around a bag of them. *tums/rolaids: same as above... plus you can pass them out to ppl that need them more than you... *use someone as a sound board...(tell them, you just venting and don't need a rescurer or anyfeedback, but be polite about it) *get a calender. *when in doubt, ask!!!! okay, hope some of that helps... rev_out...

he shoots he scores... way to go man... didn't do anything... you did... revery the dreamlost "sing a song in two's and three's... just one for the morning and one for the day..." the dream continues...

like said you know your situation better than anyone else... it'll be okay... life's circular... you catch a break eventually... rev...

Song... 'The other end of the Telescope' by Aimee Mann and Elivis Costello Shall we agree that just this once I'm gonna change my life until it's just as tiny or important as you like and in time, we won't even recall that we spoke Words that turned out to be as big as smoke like smoke, disappears in the air there's always something smouldering somewhere I know it don't make a difference to you but oh, it sure made a difference to me You'll see me off in the distance, I hope at the other end at the other end of the telescope There was a time not long ago I dreamt that the world was flat and all the colours bled away and that was that And in time, I could only believe in one thing the sky was just phosphourus stars hung on strings and you swore that they'd always be mine when you can pull them down anytime I know it don't make a difference to you but oh, it sure made a difference to me You'll see me off in the distance, I hope at the other end at the other end of the telescope There, there baby now, don't say a word lie down baby, your vision is blurred Your head is so sore from all of that thinking I don't want to hurt you now but I think you're shrinking (I think you're skrinking) You're half-naked ambition and you're half out of your wits and though your wristwatch always works your necktie never fits Now its so hard to pick the receiver up and when I call, I never noticed you could be so small the answer was under your nose but the question never arose I know it don't make a difference to you but oh, it sure made a difference to me When you find me here at the end of my rope when the head and heart of it finally elope You can see us off in the distance, I hope at the other end at the other end of the telescope ------- Desiderata by ~ Max Ehrmann, 1927 Go Placidly amid the Noise & Haste & remember what Peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly & clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be Yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither, be cynical about Love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue & loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees & the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore, be at Peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labors & aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep Peace with your Soul. With all its sham, drudgery & broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. revery the dreamlost "hmm" the dream continues...

OOC. revery is currently suffering for a bout of writer’s block at the moment... so he sent his apprentice fountain instead... That and castle's just too big to be practical... I.C. Fountain stared fretfully at the various pieces of parchment scattered about his master's chambers. Page after page of vigorously scrawled words had been scratched through and then left strewn about. "Not a good sigh," Fountain thought, " No, not at all...Master Revery must be in quite a state to have left such a mess..." Bally the green glowing ball in Fountain's head agreed. "Fountain, perhaps it's best if you leave quietly for a while, while the dreamlost recovers himself." So with that the young boy not quite a man set out to wander the halls of the pen. As was his custom he soon lapsed into a walking daydream, which was only natural since he was apprenticed to Revery the dreamlost. However, custom or not, this habit of his had a tendency to get him quite lost at times... Bally supposed revery could have instilled more of a sense of direction in the lad, had he seen it as a fault... But Revery thought it was more or less harmless, and he never listened to Bally anyway. So as dusk fell over the pen, Fountain finally awoke from his dream world, finding himself quite lost. "I suppose I should make my way back now," he said aloud to the corridor. The corridor didn't seem to notice Fountain's declaration, and went on about its usual business of just being a corridor. Reaching into his pocket, Fountain, pulled out his trusty ' for when you get lost again charm' revery had given him. Beginning the incantation while giving the charm a good shake he spoke the words of power: "oh magic eight-ball which way should I go to get home." Staring down at the 'magic' window of the spherical charm, the 'magic' words appeared before his eyes: Concentrate and ask again "oh not quite focused enough for you, Mister 8-ball... all right, I shall try again then." So fountain tried: "oh magic Eight ball, which way should I go to get home." And was answered: Concentrate and ask again A little disheartened this time, the lad made another attempt. "oh magic eight ball, I’m really really concentrating this time, which way should I go to get home." Better not tell you now "what?" the apprentice exclaimed exasperated. "What do you mean you'd better not tell me right now! I was concentrating really hard that time and everything." Just then Bally having quite enough interrupted, "oh fountain, put that thing away, you're standing right outside the cabaret room...just go inside ask one patrons to help you find your way back... Looking a little glum, Fountain compiled with the green one and entered the cabaret room. Fountain noticed it seemed more quiet then usual there, but then again he remember all the long meetings his master had attended to cause just that... In wake of the stillness he now wondered if it really had been needed. As he walked his way towards the center of the room he notices a young girl sitting with a crow, and in a wonder they seemed to be talking to each other... Bally perk up at that moment, " oh that's nyyrak's crow, ask them where he his... He should be able to guild you back..." So Fountain walked up to their table. "hi, my names fountain... and I’m quite lost... OOC. I rarely do this sort of thing... So tell me how I did ppl... oh... if you like to learn more about fountain go here: http://pub79.ezboard.com/fthemightypenfrm1....topic#Fountain or here (but towards the middle) http://www.patrickdurham.net/themightypen/index.php?act=...t=ST&f=7&t=7369

...no guts no glory dude... um, but you don't have to show her stuff, just make her feel special... if you wanna write her something... write her something to make her smile... but, hey you know your situation better than anyone... hmm... oh another thing... the worse regret in life is the regret of what might have of been... if you try and fail... well you'll better prepared for the next time... revery the dreamlost "once more into the brink" (i have no idea who said this) the dream continues...

... i like the second one better... awesome work... like the reworking of last two lines: We could complain of choices made Or seek futures from our past. ...i strive for similar... revery the dreamlost "still blocked" the dream continues...

ja... rev...

...hmm, it's funny... i was born in 1978...yet i can relate to a lot of what you say... prolly because of re-runs and not having cable tv that much... rev...

...write everthing you've written out already again... Then try to form pharses... they can be wordless... sing it... play with and vary the beat... if that doesn't work... go for a walk... whether a memory or just imagination form a image of a scene of what you want to write as you walk... If you like to run or bike or hike... do that ... try to fit you words in with the beat of your pace... All this is just to jump start you... if you catch a flow or stream , it may take on a life of it's own... and end up writing itself... That's how i go about it when i'm stuck... And my best poem grew from and about the process... Took me over a year to write... Hope some of this helps.... rev... Dark Rainy Night 2002 (a.k.a walking, Dark Dreary Night... Dreamlost Collection, Vol I...All rights reserved) Late December. Passing the time, with wondering mind Wrapped in darkness shivering Rhythms play in my head Walking in this rainy night… Clearest in the numbing cold, I feel safe. Worlds from my past Flow chaotic, on a tune… Quietly hummed, the process resumes: So steal a beat, add repeat Meld a theme, to think in stream... Remind your mind to lose some time And coat yourself in nature's rhyme To selfishly star in your self-styled stories, And dwell in past with love you’d forgotten Open the wounds that once you did cover Open them up, to help you recover So kindle the fire to slight you regrets... Make silly the story, half-hidden, you fret You’re always so lovely, though rarely so kind It’s not what you bury, but what’s in your mind Pain's a jester, So sweet is her nectar In darkness, lovers did sigh But when you remember, that cold cold December In darkness, lovers will cry So spin, spun a song for myself, Selfishly crying then laughing It's too bad I feel nothing. I feel nothing at all. Tired the numbness, though it must love us Anything’s better, than nothing at all Standing numb to shiver Would be better to quiver Isn't this silly, makes no sense at all Let the cold rain of night, freeze my heart warm. And muffle my mind, to let loose the storm And chain it to rhythm, to set ups the streams To quiet the demons, and silence the screams: Of Rage and of Worry, Of Fear and Regret The Tragic, the Bitten The Burned and the Set Upon which I list and I wax in my rage… Let the cold rain of night- Make me shudder contained To mirror my shiver and cover the pain. And if all was made clever, and all was made terse Then roll back the black torrent in a spate of rhymed verse If your rhythm’s not platinum, but you flow just the same Search more then the phrases; sung true they will tame… As I keep walking, words of rhyme fill my mind For a time, I find peace--an emotional release But sweeter’s the feeling Where void stood before… It only seems tragic if too often ignored… The reasons for meanings The fear before rage The hum before singing The feelings left saved Catching chaos now fleeing At the door we must part… It’s was only me walking, to unbury my heart…

...i'll play some... aside from writting screen play...(which i can't) RP... is prolly my weakest talent... so i'll play along if someone would kindy get the ball rolling... yea... revery the dreamlost "i like cheese" the dream continues...

Poem 1. I: written for Platonic love ( attributed to German poet: Frau Ava of Melk. 1160) 2. H: translated from Persian I: Platonic love and J: Spiritual love (Rumi...) 3. B: Written in 1500 B.C. (The Eyptian Love Poems 1500 B.C. recalling shir hashirm or 'song of songs') 4. E: Written to same sex lover (Sappho of lespos... 7th-6th century BC...) 5. J: Written for spiritual love... (think from bible somewhere...) 6. G: translated from spanish Hispano-Arabic jarchas written in Islamic Spain 7. A: witten in last five years... okay actually 12 years... test was out of date my bad... F: written by an american (Kinnell, Galway. "Divinity." When one has live a long time alone...1991 8. J: Written for Spiritual love Rabi'a the Mysitc (712-801) an Islamic saint and zahid(ascetic) grl type poet rev...