h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

OK ... so how to place into context all these strange fragments of rhyme from the lit-up snow ... ...

in this case .. The Dragon Rhyme ...

one way is to write that elusive story that somehow creates for them a context ... .. ... and then I can write them into the middle bit ......like those chocolates with creamy dreamy fillings (mmm strawberry cream please .. no maybe cointreau .. like in liqueur chocolates ... mmm ... ) ...



the other is Magic Theatre .. oh no .. not Magic Theatre! .. I say that because the Magic Theatre of my mind is full of strange characters called Wisdom-Cat or AfterThought or The Test ... once I dreamed a character called Sundial ...he was very charismatic .. in a peculiar kind of way .. ....

anyway .... I think this Dragon Rhyme comes from Magic Theatre .. and would probably be read by a narrator if it was to be performed .. which ... no no no say the fates .. oh OK then ... Sundial would like it ... .. ... ...

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The Dragon Rhyme

oh no wait ...

plan change ... rest of Incredibly Stupid Dragon Posting has to be e-mailed ... the Dragon Rhyme itself ... because it was written under the influence of dodgy ... ... and too many s ... and (fermented) ...

The Incredibly Wonderful Dragon Posting is now rearriving (per James Joyce) from North Armorica by pigeon post, yahoowisely, having been underwrit and overwrote and reupsidedowndaisied for the better to fit into the hootootabulous moebiversum for versificatation...

In other words:

Look for this magnum opus to appear someday soonish in , if some people with take Tech Directions.

HINT: There's a song in there...

no no no no .....(says Dragon .. to me) .... you got it wrong about the song ... the song's not called Tech Directions ....(rolls eyes to heaven) .... the song is about me .. Dragon .. see?

oh I see (said me... said I .. said me) ... thankyou .... could you go home now please? ......

........no

(true story)



could all cast and crew of the Magic Theatre please return to the cantina to pay for their coffee .... and to consider the verb .. and some other things .......including Tech Directions ...... and who has the key to the safe so we can pay the songwriter .....even though the safe is full of half-crowns (1526-1970) ...



I am going to have to keep a close watch on these Magic Theatre scripts ... .. lest they escape too soon ... ...... they are way too vocational ... ....

but hey so what that I got out of bed and heard in my head ....

....a two-way discussion about Time ....in rhyme .. between Wisdom-Cat and Sundial .... (with Idiotik (dressed as Pastoral) waiting in the wings with a bunch of paper flowers) ......... perfectly normal day! ah yes ... ... totally normal day! on with the day! ..



.... so what (said Dragon) so what so what so what indeed... are we there yet?

Gran Canaria .. last summmer ..... long long sandy beach ... miles and miles ... everyone walks up and down and up and down along the water's edge ....

walking this beach in the evening light ...just before sundown ... bright white light on the sea and the wet sand on the shoreline ... illuminates all the footprints! hundreds of footprints! ... all filling with water as the tide comes in .......

then they disappear ....



till the next day .................



OK back to facing all my fears ... ...

Panik .......... 'bout time (said Panik)

........ yawn(yawned Dragon) zzzz

Sundial .........what time was sundown in Gran Canaria? (said Sundial)

Please share your poem here. I saw the bottom part of it but not the poem itself. If not here, please put it on your personal space page as a journal entry.

Also pretty lady, may I PLEASE add you to my friends list? Pretty please with ?

yay hey 'course! friends' list! I must update mine also ...as I was supposed to be retiring .... heheheh ,, .. note the ... ... hmm ... wink wink .. I haven't been to PS for ages ....

... so funny ..I'm a bit nervyswervy this week .. .... Dragon-rhyme escaped from Magic Theatre hyperbrain ..... ... ... that's why I have to keep watch .. ... but then I got spooked ... like I do sometimes ... and I thought it might get yikesed for being too weird or something ..... so DG had to check it ... ... now maybe it might lurch towards The Post or not .....when all things are repaired .. or spared .. or shared .. .....

here'tis ... it all arose because the Dragon smiley winked at me and demanded a rhyme ....................the dots indicate moments of insecurity leading to other things .... maybe biscuits ....



Rhymer and The Dragon

So Dragon hungered for his rhyme
And Rhymer said 'Pray give me time!
For though your fiery breath can burn
A Dragon must await its turn' .....................

And Rhymer worked throughout the night
How testing were these rhymes to write!
The fiction-beasts they were the worst
All clamouring to be the first......................

There's Unicorn with single horn
And Flying Horse and Hounds of Dawn
There's Phantom-Snake-With-Purple-Hiss
(Just try to find a rhyme for this)!.....................

And what about that Winking Bird
That flits and flips through every word?
And Monster-shapes with glowing eyes
That lurk around in rhyme's disguise?....................

Then Rhymer found a strange new muse
And understood these wayward clues!
As Phoenix-like she rose from death
With Dragon-wings and fiery breath! .........................

And Dragon he was well content
His mission done - his force was spent
He shone with Dragon-light sublime
For Rhymer had become the rhyme .........................

'scuse me ... just seeing if the music-smiley will give me a rhyme ... oh no! .... .... to help me figure out some piano-chord sequences that I can hear in my head but can't find on the piano .... ....

Music Music ... this is NervySwervy calling ... ... do you read me? well perhaps you don't read me ... ... but erm .. can you hear me .... erm ...

nope ....

wait a minute ... Wisdom-Cat is standing in the wings ... dressed as E minor ..... (how do you dress as E minor? erm .. leave it with me ... ....ah the artistic trials of a theatre director .. ) .... he appears to be trying to attract my attention ... with a strange dance ...

a very strange dance ... magic dance ... he seems to be juggling .. words and firesticks and ....

better see what he wants .... ....



Magic Theatre .. hmm .. a few years back I was lucky enough to attend a production of The Black Rider at the London Barbican ... dir Robert Wilson ... not for everyone ..but to me it was amazing .. I will never ever forget it ...

(its in Wiki ...enter Black Rider ... the subject matter is a little too close to the edge and relevant to present here right now ..... )

sorry Robert Wilson about this particular Magic Theatre presented here ... ... but hey you know .... erm .... ...

the show must go on as they say ..... while white birds hover over the plains of uncertainty ... and players dance through the valley of ten thousand spirals ... to the tune of ....

the tune of ...

the tune of ....

... I will tell you .. but not now ... (said the music smiley ... ... )

I have added you to my friends list and subscribed to your writings. You always have such lovely thoughts and they are better for having not been second-hand from some silly notions professors have. to check out Black Rider.

I really enjoyed your poem!

.... hey yay! ...

thinks .. I wonder what Elektra's favourite colour is ...I have a hunch .... I like to try and guess peoples' favourite colours ... never get it right of course .... .... ..... .... I once guessed that someone's favourite colour was limegreen ....convinced I was ... when it fact it was black .... ah well .... ...

mine is orange ... I love orange ..

or sort of creamy coffee color .. because it reminds me of coffee .... .. but I think that's cheating ... ... to drink your favourite colour ....

hmm .. I just realised its not possible maybe to have one favourite colour .. depends on the day ... on the time .... on the season ... on the reason ....

ah well .. ....

and then there's the inner colors ... the ones behind the eyes ...that don't have a name ....

hmmm ..

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biker ... blue butterflies ... biker .... blue butterflies ... biker ... blue butterflies ..... hmm .. there's a story in here alright! ......

who designed these little smiley graphics? I should thank them .. do they know that they are story catalysts for hungry hopeful neurotic nervyswervy wordpainters who eat s only on Thursdays and Tuesdays .....

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????

.... a street .. in some town somewhere ... donut stall ...neon ... moon ... intense moon thoughts ... someone with a rose ... who with a rose?


I suppose there are as many stories as there are seconds in time ... in fact more than that ... what? ... hmm

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ah yeh ah yeh ah yeh ... inspiration fizzes ......

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and I think DGs fave color might be erm .... I wonder .....and all mixed with s ...

and getting to e-mails tomorrow .... and happy and inspired and wah and yes and >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> evolving .... and >>>>>>evolving? ....

(double somersault) ... ..splat ...

Both D and I favour Gheorgheni blue as you say with trim! It is the dreamiest most hopeful colour I can think of!



Have a great day! I think one of D's essays will be in the Underguide on the First Page. Enjoy it, it's on .

I love that .... what you said ...star trim ...



hey dreamy-hopeful-Gheorgheni-blue Elektra ... hah! I was almost there .... when I thought of you I saw Azure Blue (with sparkles ... like light on water ..... ) ... with some veins of Turquoise running through ... or Lapis Lazuli ...

that's beautiful to think of ... Lapis Lazuli ...
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and its St Patricks day ... .... ah yes ... may it be a fine one for ye both and all .... .... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>



DG-coffee story?? yay .. I will go consume ..... caffeinated I hope >>>>>>>>>>>>> of course >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

ooh-ay ... I just found a cappuccino .. that's interesting ...

and then there's your little blue flashing tardis ... how do they make these?? does it flash when we're not looking? in the mysterious place where postings go when they're stored .. history fragments of thoughts past .... lit by little flashing tardis symbols ... and blue lights and ....

I just saw an old attic ...with s and cobwebs and a strange opera soundtrack ... with trunks and boxes all full of flashing gems ..... ... that's amazing ... even the s are flashing .... s ??? ah yes ...history fragments of thoughts past ...... .....

what?

ah well ... now I want to make my own flashing notebook .... which would be an achievement for paper ... I think a flashing notebook is called a laptop ... ....


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we are having amazing springtime weather here right now ... everything is imbued with symphonic sunlight .... daffodils and primroses and celandines and periwinkles and magnolia and cherry blossoms and ..............(this is the Pastoral paragraph ) ....



the other evening I experienced a beautiful mysterious Buddha moment beneath a Magnolia tree

... which I would go on about .................

but have to take my nerves elsewhere ...........for now .......

I am happy for you that spring has broken out where you are! But . Here it has been cool and rainy for 3 days with no fair flowers to gaze at! FUI!

Hope you & Chris make yourselves time to enjoy the pretty weather there. AG to look forward to later this week.

..... fair flowers to gaze at ...that's a beautiful phrase .. hey ... soon we will be ourselves ... ... when you have fair flowers to gaze at and we will be watching the summer rain dripping off the beach parasols and poppies ... .. English rain is very good at dripping off beach parasols and poppies... .. and landing in the picnic ... ... last summer it rained consistently for about five weeks .. no let up ... although this year they predict lizards .... they predict lizards? they do ... hot ... imagine a weather-map on TV announcing that there will be lizards in South West England ... .....

I'm digressing already .... ....

Ah yes ... time ...you said it luv .. you said it .. it is essential that Chris and I have that time together ... every moment is precious ... it feels like we are on borrowed time already ... after all those turbulent years of brokenhearted youth .. now we live for the simple things ... you know ... eating corn chips ... riding our bikes .. watching the TV light flickering through the midnight atmosphere ..



AG! Already! How the weeks fly by on phantom wings of silken feathers .. thanks for reminder ... I shall be there .... of course ...

I still can't enter myself ....... but I can certainly read it and enjoy it .... I love it ... all my friends are there ... DG .. Phredster ....

and DG ... you invited me .... and my rhyme ... to be there myself ... and I am sore because I think it might seem like a slur to you and the people there that I cannot accept .... but its not a slur ... course it isn't ...



uh oh ... think it might be explanation time .....I have realised some things in the last few days ....finally have to lay it on the line .. be true to myself ... as regards putting work out there .. into wider contexts .... I love to read from wider contexts .. but be there myself ... whoah ... too nervy ...



let's see... this is how it feels ....

.. seems I am still doing time in a strange street called Panic .. shivering and quivering in corners of neon lit cafes eating donuts and writing it all backwards in watercolor crayon .. just because ...

...... except of course the street isn't called Panic at all .. I don't know its name in fact ...maybe its called Peace ...or even ... Peace of Mind ... .... whoah .. there's a thought ... .... the panic is having to leave it .. I think I have realised that I am finally at peace in my tiny world ... shivering and quivering with inspiration and absurdity ....



....and I don't want to kid anyone any more that it might be otherwise ... and attempt to be streetwise in other streets .. in territories where I become open prey .. where I don't know the rules and get taken out by yellow and purple Xs that leap out at me from cryptic Art-codes written on the wall ... hey ...I have enough of my own cryptic codes to figure out ... ...

.... I am sure there fine times also to be experienced in these new streets .. but I will leave these wonders to those who are streetwise enough for the journey .... and hope they send me postcards .. ...



hmmm .. end of attempted explanation ....



my Buddha moment ... under the magnolia tree ... ... ah yes ... walking in the gardens the other evening (we have these ornamental gardens near us ...like a park .. .. anyone can walk in them .. with respect .. no litter no dogs no frisbee .... (wah about the frisbee but hey ...) ...



anyway .. I looked at the pink/white petals set against a dusky sky already jewelled with stars ... s ... galaxies of gilded question marks .. and I realised ... holymagnolia!! .. the painting is already painted ..the poem is already written ... it certainly doesn't need me .. with all my attempted artistry .... ...




and then I cracked up laughing because I forgave my attempted artistry and knew I was destined to do it anyway ... ...and I realised I loved the poetry of being ridiculously human ... .. the individual way we all smile .....or prefer pink bubble gum to spinach ... or ... erm .. .. anything ..




... so .. in these gardens there is in fact a rather lovely stone Buddha statue ..in the Zen garden .. ... so I went up to it and told it my thoughts .. in the most poetic way I could ..

and this voice spoke to me ... said .... go away childe ... ... ... and take your pink bubblegum with you ... ... no ... just kidding .... it didn't say anything because it was a statue ... .....

hmmm

amen .. sort of ... ......gone for a while to think about all this and to paint some notebooks .... see you sometime down the line ... after a or ten ... in the street named Peculiar ... Perhaps ... Peace ...Paradiso ... erm .... or just Home will do .... ...

Dear Cactuscafe, I understand where you are coming from.
It is really difficult for artistic people to find a proper venue for their ART. There are beings who do appreciate it and they are working on making a UNIVERSE where negative things don't happen and where lovely beings such as yourself will be welcome and feel safe. I am thrilled that you feel safe enough to communicate with us. Please realize that we prize your insights and takes on things. Lots of times RL offers nothing but problems that must be solved or resolved. UPSTAIRS knows and tries to be reassuring but to get that frequency, we need to contact them and not dwell on the problems. All creativity comes in fact from them and they'll let you know what to do with the products. Please them and trust in yourself and they'll ease the panic.
You really don't know who in cyberspace will be touched by what you communicate, they might feel too vulnerable to talk to you directly, but they are there.

Hmpf and so on...

I didn't mean to stir up a commotion. I just liked your story and poem, and thought it would be nice if you put it on a page with GuideML an' a'.

Please don't feel pressured to do anything with it. It's your poem.

I may have been infected by Rich and B'Elana, who go prowling for things in these pages to get people to share...

Sorry for ninja-decorating your work.

I had a very weird dream this morning in which I said something I can't actually repeat here - because it was in German and because if it weren't in German it would get past the filter...

But the point of the remark was, 'I apologise and I take it back.'

Please don't have panic attacks on account of me.

That makes me feel so bad I want to go take a long jump off a short pier.



Now you've made me go all drama-queeny. Shame on you.

oh no no no no no no ... heheheheheh ...

.... .....


please don't take a long jump off a short pier .. or a short jump off a long pier ... in fact avoid piers ...

ah .. Brighton pier ... what paradise ... oops ... shouldn't mention piers right now ... ...I will tell you about Brighton pier sometime ...



.... and lots of yellow fish and hsif ... to make me happy forever .....

no dear friend .... you never caused the panics ...please don't ever think that ... oh no that's awful you should think that (clutches brow) .... ah no ...(runs around room .. panicking) ... .. my panics started after about one second after being born into this beauteous and wounded world ... wah ... wah .....waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh .... ... as the ghosts of WW2 crashed through the nursing home window ... what? .... laters laters .... 958 paragraphs of stream of rhyme to follow ... heheheheheheh ....



in fact its really really really good what happened ... and thankyou ... helped me to come to terms with my limitations once and for all ....and go on about it some more ... ... I just get so nervous of the big wide Art-world .. but I am happy in my tiny brain lined with jewels and peppermint polos ... and lots of friends here like you and everything and so there and will send you and Elektra and anyone else who is reading some dogeared and panicking postcards ... like from here .... and there and everywhere ....

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>laters ......

hey! Elektra dear one .. your posting just appeared .. how strange .. because it seems it was there anyway .... but it just appeared ... I think our computer kind of gets weird sometimes .. like its owners ... hahahahahahahahaha



and your posting has a mysterious and wise atmosphere .... and laters I shall consider all ...

for now ... ah yes ... has this smiley always been here ...? hahahahaha

hmmm

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>..gotta run

ah yes .... hey ... wow .. I am so honoured ... and wow again and thankyou thankyou Elektra for what you said ... and .....

DG for what you said .................

and ...........................

frequency! vibration! frequency! vibration! .... ah yes ...





what? ...........laters >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I am somehow suddenly imbued with a feeling of a most extraordinary wellness and jubilation ..... what a curious paradox .... a strange freedom .... what a gift has been given to me .... to finally admit and honour my own limitations ... some kind of sweet surrender ... a homecoming .... for therein lies .... therein lies .....

radiobrain! ..... frequency .. vibration ....and erm ..... frequency ... vibration ..... like a radio ....

I have seven thousand paragraphs to write .... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> lucky you ... hahahahahahah .. ...............laters >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

So I hear the song of Buddha
In the rhythms of the sun
And I dream of golden question marks
Appearing one by one

And ...........

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Wow, 7000 paragraphs! That is a whole lot of topic sentences Best of luck with that, to find the lost chord or whatever frequency that it takes. Great about limitation lessons, I'll have to be engaging with that myself and I won't be as graceful about it as you . Lots of to you and Chris.