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Post by Momo Edytha on Aug 3, 2009 18:21:53 GMT -8
"Umm..no I guess I just want poetry." she shrugged ans giggled a little. ((SHE DOSE NOT THINK THOMAS IS CUTE NOR DOSE SHE HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM SHE LIKES RIV!!!  )) |
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Post by Thomas Gibbs on Aug 3, 2009 19:00:13 GMT -8
Thomas smiled. "Alrighty, then. Let me see what we've got." He began shuffling theough the pile of volumes, trying to find one whe might like. "Comtemporary American Poetry... You don't seem like a contemporary kind of girl... Aha! How about Odes to Common Things? I think you'll like it a lot." He held out the book to her. "There's an ode to socks in there."
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Post by Momo Edytha on Aug 4, 2009 20:01:43 GMT -8
Momo smiled "Sure" she took the book gently out of his hand and looked down at it.
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Aug 5, 2009 12:53:32 GMT -8
((AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW.
*dies* Um... hi. Back from Canadia.))
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Post by Thomas Gibbs on Aug 5, 2009 16:17:28 GMT -8
Thomas smiled back. "Well, if you need anything I'll be over here." He began moving towards where he had been earlier, then realized something and stopped. He spun around so that he was facing Momo again and pushed his glasses back up. "Uhh, also, I'll need your name if you want to check that out. So I can keep track of it, you know?"
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Post by Bonnie Hart on Aug 5, 2009 17:57:29 GMT -8
((WASSSUPP?  hi...)) |
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Post by Momo Edytha on Aug 6, 2009 16:28:31 GMT -8
"Sure. My names Momo Edytha." she out out her hand.
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Post by Lily Mathers on Aug 6, 2009 16:32:58 GMT -8
Lily walked in, trying to look as calm as possible. "Mr. Gibbs, you are needed at the front office."
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Aug 6, 2009 16:35:59 GMT -8
((And thus, the Plan is all coming together...
BUT HURRY THOUGH! BAD THINGS ARE ABOUT TO HAPPEN IN ALL QUARTERS!))
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Post by Thomas Gibbs on Aug 6, 2009 16:46:57 GMT -8
Thomas took Momo's hand and shook it, "Thomas Gibbs, but you can call me Tom." Thomas turned to. Lily when she walked in. He pushed his glasses up yet again, "Ah, yes. I'm coming." Thomas left, giving Momo a smile, "I'll be back later if you need anything else."
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Post by Lily Mathers on Aug 6, 2009 16:59:12 GMT -8
Lily gave Momo an apologetic smile. She left the library and went to go find Jacques.
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Post by Momo Edytha on Aug 11, 2009 19:09:01 GMT -8
Momo still and her hand out as she looked down at it in confusion ".....huh?Umm...okay I guess i'll go to the courtyard so no one will hear me read iit out loud...or maybe...I'll read here and watch the place. Okay...good idea." Momo sat in one of the seats and read the cover "Odes to Common Things" she opened the book and began to read aloud to herself ,"I have a crazy,crazy love of things I like pliers,and scissors.I love cups,rings,and bowls -not to speak, or course,of hats I love all things,not just the grandest,also the infinite-ly small -thimbles spurs,plates,and flower vases.Oh yes,the planet is sublime!It's full of pipes weaving hand-held through tobacco smoke,and key sand salt shakers -everything,I mean,that is made by the hand of man, every little thing:shapely shoes,and fabric,and each new bloodless birth of gold,eye glassescarpenter's nails,brushes,clocks, compasses,coins, and the so-soft softness of chairs.Mankind has built h so many perfect things!Built them of wool
and of wood,of glass and of rope:remarkable tables,ships, and stairways.I love all things,not because they arepassionate or sweet smelling but because,I don't know,because this ocean is yours,and mine;these buttonsand wheels and little forgotten treasures,
fans upon
whose feathers
love has scattered
its blossoms
glasses, knives and
scissors -
all bear
the trace
of someone's fingers
on their handle or surface,
the trace of a distant hand
lost
in the depths of forgetfulness.
I pause in houses,
streets and
elevators
touching things,
identifying objects
that I secretly covet;
this one because it rings,
that one because
it's as soft
as the softness of a woman's hip,
that one there for its deep-sea color,
and that one for its velvet feel.
O irrevocable
river
of things:
no one can say
that I loved
only
fish,
or the plants of the jungle and the field,
that I loved
only
those things that leap and climb, desire, and survive.
It's not true:
many things conspired
to tell me the whole story.
Not only did they touch me,
or my hand touched them:
they were
so close
that they were a part
of my being,
they were so alive with me
that they lived half my life
and will die half my death." Momo smiled she like it.
((sorry for the sudden change with the poem!!!))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Aug 11, 2009 19:58:26 GMT -8
((So its a real book? I likes it.))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Aug 12, 2009 15:23:38 GMT -8
Jacques walked into the library. He had never been there before, and in fact had arrived there by accident, having gotten lost in slightly panicked thought while he was walking towards the cafeteria.
He saw the middle Edytha sister and, not wanting to interrupt her reading, sat down in the chair across from her, closed his eyes, and did some deep breathing exercises.
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Aug 12, 2009 15:50:22 GMT -8
((*points, laughs, and bes evil*
And yes, it is a real book. There's an ode to just about everything in there.))
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hi...))
) and running shoes (ALSO PURPLE)
