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Quoted in the Grove:
How often misused words generate misleading thoughts.
~Herbert Spencer

When a man’s knowledge is not in order, the more of it he has, the greater will be his confusion.
~Herbert Spencer

Opinion is ultimately determined by the feelings, and not by the intellect.
~Herbert Spencer

End Quote:
The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly, is to fill the world with fools.
~Herbert Spencer

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Posted from the Grove:
The Post & Review periodically gives public thanks to outside sources it uses. It’s been a while. For the personal pleasure derived from these online centers, and the frequent use of their services in this newsletter, it’s time to recognize them for the good they do.

A.Word.A.Day, with Anu Garg
If one cares about words at all, a classic. Comes with a daily quote
http://wordsmith.org

ThinkExist
Quotes available in various arrangements, invaluable resource for this editor
http://thinkexist.com

Writers Almanac, with Garrison Keillor
Having given ‘dulcet’ its definition-by-example, Mr Keillor has stepped away from the mic at Prairie Home Companion, but continues with this daily broadcast of the Almanac. Excellence in sharing the best of literature, the pleasure of it is nearly tactile
http://writersalmanac.org

GoComics (new)
In a sometimes gnarly world, real laughs. The loopiest, most seductive discovery has been, 9 Chickweed Lane, by Brooke McEldowney
http://gocomics.com

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From the Platform:

Video Favorites:

~Marc Cohn: Walking In Memphis (4:25)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2t8oVH3qao

~Terra Naomi: The Vicodin Song (4:15)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlWH9uICH-Q

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Chat Snippets:

Piffin: i dont know if the numbers have changed since the planet became aware of alcoholism as a “disease”, but i read an interesting book in the 90s. and, up until that point, something like 97% of pulitzer prize winning authors had been alcoholic … not sure if it’s a chicken or egg thing, but it was still an interesting study

BarTalk: seems to be some sort of correlation
Piffin: pain creates art … the angels can kiss my ass

BarTalk: amen to that

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Piffin: all you need to know about a person is their favorites in 2 categories and you know everything about them

Piffin: 1. What is your favorite quote of all time
Piffin: 2. Without hesitation, gut answer, what is the best music album ever recorded

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Piffin: that is why women make better cops
Greymane: pfft wimmins make better everythings
Piffin: it is proven, when they have to take the shot, female cops dont hesitate at all … men, on the other hand, think about it for a nano second … and that gets some of them killed

Piffin: men think too much

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Piffin: all you need to know about a person is their favorites in 2 categories and you know everything about them

Piffin: 1. What is your favorite quote of all time
Piffin 2. Without hesitation, gut answer, what is the best music album ever recorded

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Prewritten for Thurs (03/23) @6pm PT/9 ET is: spook, paraphernalia

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@Writers Platform:

Prewritten: rebel, sunset

~Piffin: ku

Rebel sunset kiss
Romantic dreams ease goodbyes
Gettysburg ahead

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~Greymane: untitled

Does time possess the power that the light can guarantee or does the darkness rule the empty uncontrolled?
There’s a moment when the the sunset and the evening disagree when time becomes a captive in the fold
There’s a stillness in the shadows only silenced by the dawn that is just another version of the light
Riding blind through blackened corridors of on and on and on cries a rebel sent to rage upon the night

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~Heartou: untitled

It took 4000 days to wrap the world twice with her version of truth through color. Many believe her tongue, the words she whispers live within the winds that move forward with time. I say she is just repeating what all of us deny, what we rebel against seeing, the touch of gray, the knowing of all that is universe. That small moment between sunset and dust where orange meets love and love meets blue. Where the sails of night shimmer with the shine of your clear water against the sky of silver sparking stars in my soul. The place that when you close your eyes you feel yourself glide on the ocean of pure calm, soaring without ripples into another glossy sunrise of the blood red conviction of hope. That is where she ends and where you my friend can taste color once more.

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~BarTalk: Whether Forecast

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Impromptu: hand sanitizer, wildflower, brute

~Piffin: ku

Dead brute on the tiles
Parkway rest stop tool box hit
Hand sanitizer

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~BarTalk: ku

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Quoted in the Grove:
I think too many people look at the arts with a religious outlook. Arts, music, singing and performing, it’s all make-believe.
~Vince Vaughn

Jazz came to America three hundred years ago in chains.
~Paul Whiteman

I believe only in art and failure.
~Jane Rule

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Posted from the Grove:
~Gary Larson: 8 Far Side Videos   (10:59)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FIYLKh2wLdk&list=PLaSk8PahFuDGUo1l8rmkNrZeOxzTboEVU

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From Writers Platform:

Video Favorites:

~Bush: Alien   (6:14)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdK6z52zt1Y

~Elton John: Rocket Man   (7:42)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uNNl3C0qvKg

Pink Floyd: Brain Damage/Eclipse   (5:20)
From: Dark Side of the Moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CP7TqHXJDuQ

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Chat Snippets:

Piffin: my wallet is in my other life, officer

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Piffin: sumbich even DREAMS he shot at my feet, he better flee the country

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Greymane: chile colorado
Piffin: by all means, throw that in with a lot of beer
Piffin: it’s gonna be gastrointestinal magic by 2AM

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Piffin: thing is, the second i give this damn body an inch, it will think it’s in charge … good bad or indifferent, i’m driving this mess. i hate when it drives me

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Greymane: great eyes too she has the waif look goin on… whole novels goin on in the eyes

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Prewritten for Thurs (04/27) @6pm PT/9 ET is: rebel, sunset

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten: Saigon, suitable

~Piffin: “Still”

One fist
Two fist
Red fist
Blue fist
Sucker-punch politics
A razor-kissed wrist
Nobody loses
If nobody wins
The television prattles on
The laundromat spins
For monkeys working skyscrapers
Monkeys driving cars
Three-piece suitable
They pack the trendy bars
They talk about portfolios
And bipartisan schemes
They talk and talk and talk and talk
To cover up the screams
Of something they push down inside
Something they used to be
Something that’s got its desperate hands
Around the throat of me
They’re all wrong
It’s all right
I never cared at all
Which puppet sits the oval throne
All empires have to fall
This one’s not failing fast enough
Though dying by degrees
This one’s not failing fast enough
For those here on our knees
With our nosebleed Saturdays
Courtesy: Saigon
Traipsing through the poppies
With our hightops on
We’re off the see the wizard
We’re off the see the queen
We’re off to ask the gods
How they all got so mean
To leave us at the mercy
Of our own stupid minds
The take the juice
The meat
The pulp
And leave us with the rinds
To hint at the miraculous
Then leave us in the lurch
With nothing but our holy sites
This topless bar, this church
This tabernacle
Capital dome
Rotting on a hill
I strain to hear the angels
But the air is still

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~BarTalk: A United Welcome

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No Impromptu this week

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Quoted in the Grove:
A man who works with his hands is a laborer; a man who works with his hands and his brain is a craftsman; but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist.
~Louis Nizer

A fine artist is one who makes familiar things new and new things familiar.
~Louis Nizer

In an atmosphere of liberty, artists and patrons are free to think the unthinkable and create the audacious; they are free to make both horrendous mistakes and glorious celebrations.
~Ronald Reagan

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Posted from the Grove:
Birthday Quotes from the Platform: Happy Belateds, Grey

Greymane: a bday bred on hope an love is just askin for pain

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Greymane: there seems to be a slippage somewhere inside me

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Greymane: cos my handsomeness defeats my stupidity

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Platform Favorites:
This Week: Loneliness has a price

~Sheryl Crow: Callin’ Me When I’m Lonely   (3:25)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGuwfpSg4eo

~Christian Willisohn: Blues In My Bottle   (5:33)
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCYY_YLVWFI_IZ51Eu6x9bgA

~Devil Doll: Bourbon In Your Eyes   (4:51)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=va3FY-i55bo

~Phantogram: You Don’t Get Me High Anymore   (3:47)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jryzEU7WAlg

~Speakeasy Three: When I Get Low I Get High   (3:34)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acb-js00c40#

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Prewritten for Thurs (03/23) @6pm PT/9 ET is: suitable, Saigon

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten: fault or fraud, rescue

~Greymane: untitled

I think she tried to rescue me some time before the storm
I felt her on the edge of where I hid
~set it all on fire when she tried to keep me warm
while she swore that she’d forgotten what she did
The fault was quickly painted by the reckless and the blind
They left her wounds forsaken and unclean
She followed every moment that a broken heart could find
and buried them in places in between
Deep beneath the murky earth with pain we can’t dismiss
e’re waiting for the shadow of the dawn
From where we stand together on the edge of the abyss,
The minutes eat the minutes ’til we’re gone

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~BarTalk: Last Call

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Impromptu: ageless, skyway

~Piffin: “The 6 Train”

This city is a harlot
In her molten, ageless gown
She cares not for our daydreams
Or our quick descent uptown
No trollies here
No skyway
It all moves underground
Station after station
Darkness
Lightning
Sound
Hot metal wheels on metal
Hot lips on lips mine yours
We kiss between the train cars
Gaily banging off the doors
She pulls us through the tunnel
With her screamhorn symphony
She races us through darkness
You and me

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~Greymane: A Not a Lost Llama

Llama on the sandy shore sitting in the trees
He tried to calculate the way to sail the seven seas
He multiplied the latitude and cyphered in the wind
He dreamed of ways to better days before the veil thinned
In seas of blue that swallow you, forever comes too fast
Don’t let it come and swallow you when freedom comes at last
He’d ride the ageless skyway seldom braved by braver men
with llama tree geometry to guide him home again

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~MissMerry: ku

Birthday skyway dreams
Dancing to songs made ageless
One day at a time.

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~BarTalk: two ku

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Quoted in the Grove:
Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly. Leave the rest to God.
~Ronald Reagan

Words of comfort, skillfully administered, are the oldest therapy known to man.
~Louis Nizer

Life is one grand, sweet song, so start the music.
~Ronald Reagan

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Posted from the Grove:

Genius and/or Crazy?
Both geniuses and madmen pay attention to what others ignore
http://nautil.us/issue/18/genius/if-you-think-youre-a-genius-youre-crazy?utm_source

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Favorites from the Platform:

~Pentatonix: Bohemian Rhapsody
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojRj2JK5oCI

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Freedom of the press matters.
This picture banned in Russia.
A shame, really. It’s adorable.

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Prewritten for Thurs (04/13) @6pm PT/9 ET is: fault, rescue

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten: windpipe, awesome

~Greymane: Snowbiz

When Luca stepped upon the stage a hush fell on the crowd
they knew that they were in for quite a ride
He cleared his golden throat, took off his glasses and he bowed
unleashing every echo trapped inside
From deep inside his windpipe burst annoying piercing sound
with mastery impossible to teach
Luca was the number one top yodeler around
assaulting every eardrum within reach

Nena still in second place was not to be outdone
and determined she would win without a doubt
People cringed and covered ears while others tried to run
but not a single one of them got out
Their yodels pounded merciless but neither was impressed
as the silent snow began to rumble slow
Two thousand people buried at another Winterfest,
awestruck in the avalanche below

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~BarTalk: ku

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Impromptu: slim, burden

~Greymane: Lies Beneath the Skin

Found my way from where I’d been with moments left to spare
We tried to build a wall around the places that we share
Chances slim to none in places few and far between
Our burden lies beneath the skin, committedly obscene
Empty rooms on pedestals in mansions in the sky
Alone again on cruise control just trying to get by

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~BarTalk: ku

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Quoted in the Grove:
I just had an idea that went right over my head.
~Lawrence Welk

Writing is easy. You only need to stare at a piece of blank paper until your forehead bleeds
~Douglas Adams

We demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!
~Douglas Adams

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Posted from the Grove:
Now that we are safely past it, a Post Fool’s Day celebration

Gullible’s Travels
http://hoaxes.org/af_database/permalink/planetary_alignment_decreases_gravity

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Songs of Foolishness & How Fools Were Fooled + 1

~Elvin Bishop: Fooled Around and Fell In Love   (4:38)
Interesting images scattered thru’out
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qs61m1dLB80

~FunZooMusic: Oh Carol I Am Not A Fool
High energy, low production values, fun
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fi6ABXGj3H4

The Beatles: Fool On The Hill
As the spider spins a web, so the fool spins a world
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmIwcu9AoxQ

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Prewritten for Thurs (04/06) @6pm PT/9 ET is: windpipe, awesome

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@Writers Platform

Prewritten: razor, girl scout

~Piffin: ku

Razor thin slices
Fermented with indulgence
Girl Scout Cookie wine

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~Greymane: Thin Mince

Another missing girl scout on the local evening news
The seventh in as many days with ever-mounting clues
Reports of muffled growling and some counting could be heard
A possible accomplice and a clumsy eight foot bird
A chocolate covered razor and some bright blue tufts of fur
There were several empty cookie boxes scattered where they were
The crumby culprit grunted his entire greedy spree
Singing .. “C” still stands for cookie an that’s good enuff for meee!?

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~BarTalk: a virgin wood

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Impromptu: chisel, stars

~Piffin: “Facade”

Washington
Lincoln
Ted
Some other guy
Carved into a mountainside
A million dreams high
But lately days
Our men of stone
Live lone in dusty books
For they can’t hold a candle
To the perfect chiseled looks
Of the party favor
Weekly flavor
Magazine stars
Posing stupefied on carpets
Throwing fists around in bars
To the idol voiced
People choiced
Television gods
With their sparkle
And their jazz hands
And their killer cultured bods
Those men of stone
Were heroes once
Why else would they be there?
But, in the end?
It’s all about the hair

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~Greymane: Good Mourning Scarshine

Written on the hearts of men were dreams beyond control
They thought they had the answers chiseled deeply in their souls
They built a tower gleaming that would reach into the stars
and shined their empty worship built from one another’s scars

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~Heartou: untitled

The shimmering essence of all that I know to be true
Lies deep within the sadness of my sharp pain.

I roam the nights drifting into another full dream of day.
Testing the experience of hope while swallowing the stars of the glory of my ego.

And as I set forth in the morning dew,
I pray the true nature of myself chisels away the immense ;
lack of dignity I feel.

Most profoundly without sway chisels and chisels to dismantle regret and prepare myself for yet another week of the unknown.

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~BarTalk: numbers talk

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