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So, have we gotten around to eating our own hearts yet?

 

The post-loss discussions on the board remind me of this Stephen Crane poem:

 

In th desert

I saw a creature, naked, bestial,

Who, squatting upon the ground,

Held his heart in his hands,

And at of it.

I said: "Is it good, friend?"

"It is bitter--bitter," he answered;

"But I like it

Because it is bitter,

And because it is my heart"

 

And because Losman sucks.

Posted

Sweet! I recognized the poem from just your posted line. Excellent choice!

 

I like Steven Cranes poems, it's the only poetry that I've read that I liked.

 

Although, it sure feels weird talking about poetry on a football board...

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Crane is one of my favorite writers/literary journalists.

 

I wrote a paper in an English class arguing that "The Open Boat" (which many see as highly fictionalized, me a quite a bit less so) was a fairly consistent continution of his newspaper account of the boat sinking off the coast of Florida.

 

So much brilliance before he died at 28, I think it was. One crazy SOB, too.

Posted
So, have we gotten around to eating our own hearts yet?

 

The post-loss discussions on the board remind me of this Stephen Crane poem:

 

In th desert

I saw a creature, naked, bestial,

Who, squatting upon the ground,

Held his heart in his hands,

And at of it.

I said: "Is it good, friend?"

"It is bitter--bitter," he answered;

"But I like it

Because it is bitter,

And because it is my heart"

 

And because Losman sucks.

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More more! I love it.

 

In times like these I go to my sig line and take comfort.

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Harsh words & violent blows

Hidden secrets nobody knows

Eyes are open, hands are fisted

Deep inside I'm warped & twisted

So many tricks & so many lies

Too many whens & too many whys

Nobody's special, nobody's gifted

I'm just me, warped & twisted

Sleeping awake & choking on a dream

Listening loudly to a silent scream

Call my mind, the number's unlisted

Lost in someone so warped & twisted

On my knees, alive but dead

Look at the invisible blood I've bled

I'm not gone, my mind has drifted

Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted

Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow

Today's just yesterday's tomorrow

The sun died out, the ashes sifted

I'm still here, warped & twisted

 

 

Now to throw Losman under the bus...

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With the raw-ribbed Wild that abhors all life, the wild that would crush and rend,

I have clinched and closed with the naked North, I have learned to defy and defend;

Shoulder to shoulder we have fought it out-- yet the Wild must win in the end.

 

Robert W. Service.

 

Sort of what it's like to be a Bills fan down here.

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Harsh words & violent blows

Hidden secrets nobody knows

Eyes are open, hands are fisted

Deep inside I'm warped & twisted

So many tricks & so many lies

Too many whens & too many whys

Nobody's special, nobody's gifted

I'm just me, warped & twisted

Sleeping awake & choking on a dream

Listening loudly to a silent scream

Call my mind, the number's unlisted

Lost in someone so warped & twisted

On my knees, alive but dead

Look at the invisible blood I've bled

I'm not gone, my mind has drifted

Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted

Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow

Today's just yesterday's tomorrow

The sun died out, the ashes sifted

I'm still here, warped & twisted

Now to throw Losman under the bus...

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Guy sounds like a serial killer... :o

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Lighten up, Dr. K.

 

Sports are emotional endeavors...right? :o

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Hey let him go. It's nice to see a little cultural input on the board.

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