AC Benus

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    Love, cooking, history, classical writings, Queer politics, chatting with friends, finding more in common with everyone than I thought possible, architecture, design, dogs, Airedales

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  2. I need some idea on a satire situation. If the cliche goes: kids want to elope to marry for love while parents want them to marry other people for money or position, what would be the satirical opposite? Any ideas...? 

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    2. Lyssa


      I thought about it and in my mind came the story of my great-grandmother. She always wanted to be an actress. But in her time, being considered a higher daughter, this was no option. So she married my great- grandfather,  out of passionate love and to scandalize. Even everyone said to her, that they won`t be a match. Because the didn`t share the same interests etc. They married and got divorced in a time were divorce was even a bigger scandal. In the end, she was public officer at the post office, because she had to earn her own living for her daughter (which they took from her) and herself and never an actress.

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      AC Benus

      Oh, Lyssa, that's so sad. But you've reminded me of my grandmother's story. She was a high-born Prussian lady (born 1895) and luckily was engaged for love to an officer on the battleship Pomerania. He died on it when the British sunk it in 1916 (I think). After that she went a little mad, and had no more gentleman callers until one day she was walking on the streets with her high-class girlfriends and picked up a sailor. My grandfather, to be exact. His position was not high; he was valet to his captain onboard a submarine. 


      They fell in love and she married him in Koln cathedral in 1919, despite being cut off from her family because of it. They had my mom and were together their whole lives.  

    4. Lyssa


      I think it is only sad for a part of it. She led  a self-determined life most of the time, which wasn`t the normal standard for a woman of her social status. She married never again, but love was not missing in her live. Which I know, because she inherited me a golden bracelet and the story of this bracelet. In her late years she was only speaking french with her carer, because she decided so. She was happy reading  a book from Göthe or Lessing being in her own world.

  3. Make a single page with all the poetry prompts' links in chronological order. We need that in order to find it in the current haphazard system.

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    2. asamvav111


      Like an ebook here?

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    4. asamvav111


      Sexy... ;)

      Good thinking. When done, put that up as a sticky, in our separate Poetry forum. Wow... that sentence has a lot of wish fulfillment fantasy.   

  4. game

    I plopped both lists on a word doc, now I'm playing with them I might have some wild guesses soon (or maybe not).
  5. Welcome. Feel free to ask questions; most of us are quite nice
  6. bugs

    Thanks, Reader. That's helpful
  7. bugs

    ... lol. i believe the site rules say no all-caps are allowed. Sorry i made you angry...
  8. bugs

    This is not really a bug...but can we please restore the delete option for the notifications? In the old days, I'd look at the items, get rid of those taken care of, and leave only the ones I needed to follow up with a review or comment. With the no delete option now, I've actually had to revert to a pen and paper solution to list those stories/blog entries I need to reply to when I have appropriate time to do the posting justice. Anyway to restore the former flexibility to notifications....? Thanks in advance
  9. For me the first poem is about a love-hate relationship with words. Oftentimes, especially when I was younger, I'd set about to create a poem expressing my mood or emotions only to be utterly frustrated. When that happened, the poem was set aside and I felt like a failure. If I think about it, it was only during the process of writing the Tony Sonnets that this feeling abated. With writing them so quickly and following a daily routine, I'd start out as always with a vision in mind, but not feel so frustrated when the poem took off on its own velocity. I knew there'd always be tomorrow to try the idea out again, and recognized evolution was a friend to the process, not an enemy. Speaking of enemy, I fear for both the creator and recipient of the second poem here. Such internalized sentiments can turn unhealthy at the drop of a hat. However, I know poetry is a great way to deal with feelings; it always helps to get them out. I'm glad to see you join your verse to the Poetry section of GA postings Your blog was a fine place to put them, but it's nice to swell the ranks of Recent Story Updates with poetry as well. Well done.
  10. High praise indeed, Def! Thank you. It pleases and surprised me No. 30 has drawn so much attention. Thanks again <3
  11. Very mosaic-like and touching. A beautiful piece, Lyssa
  12. Thanks, Emi. The twenty-year old me who wrote these poems would be stunned by yours words.
  13. I agree with Val and Tim. But I can add that this poem is oddly personal for me, because it puts me back on a summer day so long ago, in a Jetta with the boy I loved, and my best friend as she taught us to drive stick shift. Had I only told yes, very personal response to this. Thank you for posting this, and for the light and the leaves and the movement and desire for one little moment to never change.
  14. That's so's Dustin with the flashlight. I'm drawn to how this started; he didn't fall asleep but started meditating. It's as if his subconscious was showing him the way, or showing him 'the one,' if you will. Brilliant poem. Really good.