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Gypsy
08-09-2008, 20:28
I've just read this in a Raymond Chandler and it tickled me to death.

" the minutes went by on tiptoe, with their fingers to their lips"

Brilliant.

Anyone else have a favourite or memorable line from a book?

xSnoofovich
08-09-2008, 20:33
I think I thought, the lies I bought,
Were somehow related to the dreams I sought.

-Xsnoof

Albertina
09-09-2008, 22:33
I think I thought, the lies I bought,
Were somehow related to the dreams I sought.

-Xsnoof


Whose are these? May I elaborate:


I think I sought the dreams I bought
are shadows of the sins I fought....

xSnoofovich
09-09-2008, 22:44
Whose are these? May I elaborate:


I think I sought the dreams I bought
are shadows of the sins I fought....

wow ! That's awesome !

I never heard that before.

Mine was the start of a poem that I wrote a real real long time ago, that just kinda rambles on.

Who is the author of yours?

Albertina
09-09-2008, 22:56
wow ! That's awesome !

I never heard that before.

Mine was the start of a poem that I wrote a real real long time ago, that just kinda rambles on.

Who is the author of yours?

Me, of course. I just read your lines and these have just formed on their own :wavey:

MissAnnElk
09-09-2008, 23:00
I'm still a sucker for "Isn't it pretty to think so . . ."

Albertina
09-09-2008, 23:01
I'm still a sucker for "Isn't it pretty to think so . . ."

?! :rant: is it a poem?

Albertina
10-09-2008, 00:22
C'mon Snuf, let's write a Kollektiv POEM! You start. :10479:

Korotky Gennady
13-09-2008, 05:24
Time and tide wait for no man.

MissAnnElk
13-09-2008, 09:07
?! :rant: is it a poem?

No. It's the end of The Sun Also Rises.

MissAnnElk
13-09-2008, 09:09
C'mon Snuf, let's write a Kollektiv POEM! You start. :10479:

There once was a girl from Nantucket . . .

Albertina
13-09-2008, 11:02
No. It's the end of The Sun Also Rises.

That'n one of my favourites, but i forgot the las line. thanks for reminding, need to re-read it.

Gypsy
13-09-2008, 11:10
There once was a girl from Nantucket . . .
I know There once was a man from Nantucket

I never knew there was a girl though, and as the poem goes on to show he doesn't need one.

Hawk
13-09-2008, 13:19
I'll be back

Lola7
13-09-2008, 13:51
How about
"it was a dark and stormy night"?????

Or to be serious, who wrote this?:

The crucified planet Earth
should it find a voice
and a sense of irony
might now well say
of our abuse of it
Forgive them Father
they know not what they do

the irony would be
that we know what
we are doing

when the last living thing
has died on account of us
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon
"it is done"
People did not like it here.

Korotky Gennady
13-09-2008, 15:49
How about
"it was a dark and stormy night"?????

Or to be serious, who wrote this?:

The crucified planet Earth
should it find a voice
and a sense of irony
might now well say
of our abuse of it
Forgive them Father
they know not what they do

the irony would be
that we know what
we are doing

when the last living thing
has died on account of us
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon
"it is done"
People did not like it here.
Good poem, but verses can't help Earth.

I think that the poem is a little bit too pathetic...


And by the way if Earth starts to talk to me, it could scare me much.

xSnoofovich
13-09-2008, 21:08
C'mon Snuf, let's write a Kollektiv POEM! You start. :10479:

Ok !
I haven't done this in awhile, so it should be fun !

What is our topic?

How about -

There were once some posters on expat.ru
that had a disagreement,
and told each other -
f**k you.
Sadly, enough, it is plain to see-
If they had a beer together, they would like other.
( or they could talk about conspiracies?)

Albertina
14-09-2008, 00:31
Ok !
I haven't done this in awhile, so it should be fun !

What is our topic?

How about -

There were once some posters on expat.ru
that had a disagreement,
and told each other -
f**k you.
Sadly, enough, it is plain to see-
If they had a beer together, they would like other.
( or they could talk about conspiracies?)

OK, this will go something like that:

Этот вечер решал
не в любовники выйти ль нам?
темно,
никто не увидит нас.
Я наклонился действительно,
и действительно
я,
наклонясь,
сказал ей,
как добрый родитель:
Страсти крут обрыв
будьте добры,
отойдите.
Отойдите,
будьте добры.

(It's not my poem, though :D)

xSnoofovich
14-09-2008, 00:37
um, collective poem? :(

Albertina
14-09-2008, 12:18
The Muse has left me at the backdrop of receding romanticism of the thread :cry::11109:

Albertina
18-09-2008, 00:42
Snoof! Here I start:

....oooO................
.....(....)...Oooo......
......)../.....(....)......
.....(_/.......)../.......
...............(../........


Your turn!

AndreyS
18-09-2008, 01:13
Snoof! Here I start:

....oooO................
.....(....)...Oooo......
......)../.....(....)......
.....(_/.......)../.......
...............(../........


Your turn!

Brilliant!

Carbo
19-09-2008, 12:31
"In the restaurant on the Rue Saint-Augustin, Parisian actor and gourmand Yves Mirande would dazzle his juniors, French and American, by dispatching a lunch of raw Bayonne ham and fresh figs, a hot sausage in crust, spindles of filleted pike in a rich rose sauce Nantua, a leg of lamb larded with anchovies, artichokes on a pedestal of foie gras, and four or five kinds of cheese, with a good bottle of Bordeaux and one of champagne, after which he would call for the Armagnac and remind Madame to have ready for dinner the larks and ortolans she had promised him, with a few langoustes and a turbot -- and, of course, a fine civet made from the marcassin, or young wild boar, that the lover of the leading lady in his current production had sent up from his estate in the Sologne. "And while I think of it," I once heard him say, "we haven't had any woodcock for days, or truffles baked in the ashes, and the cellar is becoming a disgrace -- no more '34s and hardly any '37s. Last week, I had to offer my publisher a bottle that was far too good for him, simply because there was nothing between the insulting and the superlative."

is4fun
19-09-2008, 19:15
I'm still a sucker for "Isn't it pretty to think so . . ."

And me also with "Once upon a time..."