This is a call to all those who lurk around the Pony Parties… welcome! and please feel free to say hello. go ahead and leave a comment. be silly or serious. be profound or profane. just don’t recommend this pony party…
Tonight, I wanted to post this comment from ek hornbeck… it’s a wonderfully written short short short story. I didn’t want it to get lost, so enjoy it…
My ego and I sit in the bars… (2+ / 0-)
have a drink or two… play the juke box. And soon the faces of all the other people they turn toward mine and they smile. And they’re saying, “We don’t know your name, mister, but you’re a very nice fella.” My ego and I warm ourselves in all these golden moments. We’ve entered as strangers – soon we have friends. And they come over… and they sit with us… and they drink with us… and they talk to us. They tell about the big terrible things they’ve done and the big wonderful things they’ll do. Their hopes, and their regrets, and their loves, and their hates. All very large, because nobody ever brings anything small into a bar. And then I introduce them to my ego… and he’s bigger and grander than anything they offer me. And when they leave, they leave impressed. The same people seldom come back; but that’s envy, my dear. There’s a little bit of envy in the best of us.
Well, maybe one more…this gem from a new poster (and former lurker???), Faber…
In my time zone… (4.00 / 9)
…the solstice comes at 10:08 PM tomorrow, in the midst of all the fizzle-and-bang of cultural convention. We have lived for uncounted millions of years beneath the recurring circles of this particular sky; whether we choose to surface the fact to ourselves or not, we have evolved internal representations of them, deeper than words go. The longest darkness, in which things quicken that will manifest as the days lengthen again… We are equipped to know, without the news reaching us over the problematical, uncertain road from an imagined Jerusalem, that this is our time for birthing gods.
Might I crave your indulgence and bring, to this party, one particularly starchy old red tomcat? He really doesn’t get out enough, and I’ve a notion it would do him good.
by: Faber @ Thu Dec 20, 2007 at 19:35:27 PST
and just one more, the last one, promise… but this wild… from notlightnessofbeing (we call him nlob); you’ll have to find his essay to read the rest…
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and here’s the the Pony Party Power Posse… mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
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just heh.
Lovely stuff, peef, your editorial skills are glowing like a rich red holiday candle (with holly all around it)!
Every now and then at this joint I just gotta purrrrrr.
Merry merry to all the hard working pony partiers. This place is the emotional center, the heart, of Docudharma and we all know it.
what happens?
I would have missed it. As one of the womenfolk here who appreciates wonderful writing, I savored ek’s “my ego and I sit in the bars”.
Garrison Keillor, Mark Twain, and Charles Dickens, those footsteps you hear are ek hornbeck’s. He’s one of the most talented menfolk writers we have here on Docudharma.
Last seen in Rosemead, CA
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I’m getting sleepy.
This was fun, I look forward to next time!
i was exhausted…
we got the village up wednesday (the boy carefully unwrapped all of little people- a whole shoebox full-prolly 50-60, inspected each one closely, then decided where it should go…it was just amazing how careful & concentrated he was on the task)
MrD got the tree up thurs & we decorated it yesterday with shells & dolphins…then cleaned up.
looks like i missed a good one…
love eks short short….he is an amazing writer!