Dr. K Posted September 26, 2005 Share Posted September 26, 2005 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gavin in Va Beach Posted September 26, 2005 Share Posted September 26, 2005 This is how the world ends This is how the world ends This is how the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper. And because Losman sucks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stuckincincy Posted September 26, 2005 Share Posted September 26, 2005 Lighten up, Dr. K. Sports are emotional endeavors...right? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pine Barrens Mafia Posted September 26, 2005 Share Posted September 26, 2005 <final scene of Citizen Kane> Losman.... </final scene of Citizen Kane> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sound_n_Fury Posted September 26, 2005 Share Posted September 26, 2005 I think we need more haiku around here. (Losman doesn't suck...yet) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark Long Beach Posted September 27, 2005 Share Posted September 27, 2005 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... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
UConn James Posted September 27, 2005 Share Posted September 27, 2005 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nick in* england Posted September 27, 2005 Share Posted September 27, 2005 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. 455589[/snapback] More more! I love it. In times like these I go to my sig line and take comfort. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mark VI Posted September 27, 2005 Share Posted September 27, 2005 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... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dib Posted September 27, 2005 Share Posted September 27, 2005 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. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Greybeard Posted September 27, 2005 Share Posted September 27, 2005 And for whom does the bell toll. It tolls for thee. And according to this board that means JP,TD,WM,MM,MW,LM, EM, etc, etc. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sound_n_Fury Posted September 27, 2005 Share Posted September 27, 2005 Harsh words & violent blowsHidden 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... 456295[/snapback] Guy sounds like a serial killer... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dante Posted September 27, 2005 Share Posted September 27, 2005 Lighten up, Dr. K. Sports are emotional endeavors...right? 455606[/snapback] Hey let him go. It's nice to see a little cultural input on the board. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Buffal0 Bill5 Posted September 27, 2005 Share Posted September 27, 2005 It's not fair! Poetry, and no BF Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
stuckincincy Posted September 27, 2005 Share Posted September 27, 2005 It's not fair! Poetry, and no BF 456423[/snapback] Abusing Poe, "Nothing can ever dissever my soul from the soul of retatta for me." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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