Monday, December 14, 2009

the time has come

"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

... this always struck me as such a profound and insightful absurdity ... much like my thoughts at times.

In my own world, the time has come to say goodbye for a has reached up and bit me hard and for the forseeable future, I know I won't have time to write (as has been more than obvious from the paucity of entries over the past few months).

I will pop in now and again and check in with everyone and hope to at some time in the future, start sharing again.

Be well.

Have a wonderful holiday.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

tongue in cheek...

I read some material lately that stirred things in me that I'll have to explore further ... but it also sparked a memory of Marlowe's Song: A Passionate Shepherd to his Love and Sir Walter Ralaigh's tongue-in-cheek reply... I'm attaching links to the ORIGINALS (which are well worth the read)- here is MY version of both!

Marlowe's Song: A Passionate Shepherd to his Love

Sir Walter Ralegh's Reply

Sadist's Song: A Passionate Sadist to his Sub

Come live with me, and be my sub;
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And you will lie tied to the rocks,
Seeing the sadists flog their flocks
with whip and chain and vehement urgings
pushing subbies into musings.

And I will make thee beds of thorns and roses
And a thousand stingy posies;
A cap of pain, and a kirtle
Pulled so tight with ropes of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest leather
Which from my hands is soon shed;
Stud-lined slippers for the hurt,
With buckles of the sharpest quirt;

A belt of leather and steel buds,
With coral clamps and amber-studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my sub.

The swooning subbies shall dance and sing
For my delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my sub.

Selkie- The Sub's Reply

IF all the world and love were young,
And truth in every sadist's tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy sub.

Time drives the want from heart to soul,
When rivers rage and subs grow cold;
And sea maidens are struck dumb;
by those who whine of tasks to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

The whips, thy wants, thy thorns and roses,
Thy paddles, tongue, and thy posies
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,—
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of leather and anal buds,
Thy coral clamps and amber studs,
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy sub.

But could truth last and love still breed,
Had promises no date nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy sub.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

I remember ... and the fight continues... we will not stand down

  • Geneviève Bergeron (born 1968), civil engineering student
  • Hélène Colgan (born 1966), mechanical engineering student
  • Nathalie Croteau (born 1966), mechanical engineering student
  • Barbara Daigneault (born 1967), mechanical engineering student
  • Anne-Marie Edward (born 1968), chemical engineering student
  • Maud Haviernick (born 1960), materials engineering student
  • Maryse Laganière (born 1964), budget clerk in the École Polytechnique's finance department
  • Maryse Leclair (born 1966), materials engineering student
  • Anne-Marie Lemay (born 1967), mechanical engineering student
  • Sonia Pelletier (born 1961), mechanical engineering student
  • Michèle Richard (born 1968), materials engineering student
  • Annie St-Arneault (born 1966), mechanical engineering student
  • Annie Turcotte (born 1969), materials engineering student
  • Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz (born 1958), nursing student