Edg, I was thinking something similar about DSM labels. Meaning if Poster A really thinks that Poster B has an affliction from DSM whatever number, why would they ridicule and or malign that person? Isn't compassion more appropriate? BTW, I'm not sinless either but at least I don't rag on people for things that might be largely out of their control.
________________________________ From: Duveyoung <no_re...@yahoogroups.com> To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com Sent: Friday, August 16, 2013 9:57 AM Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Scenes One Sees While Peoplewatching In Avignon He wasn't writing poetry -- just taking "authorly" notes. And, if Barry is envying, frustrated and impotent -- why would we make fun of a person who is suchly beset? I have been sooooooooooo guilty of bonking FFL others herein that I can't toss a stone at DocDummy, but if any of you out there are sinless . . . Edg --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, doctordumbass@... <no_reply@...> wrote: > > Here's another one: > > Barry, alone as usual, > envying those he sees passing him, especially couples, > so he writes bad poetry, to express his frustration > and impotence, and tries to make it sound free and easy. > Don't quit yer day job, Mr. B. > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb <no_reply@> wrote: > > > > > > Japanese guy with a girlfriend > > Much too beautiful for him > > Carrying a camera > > With a really, really, really > > Long lens > > Compenisation? > > > > > > > > Dad carrying his son > > In one of those front-facing babycarriers > > That leave the kid facing forward > > And looking as if > > He'd just popped out of Dad's stomach > > That reminds me > > I should watch 'Alien' again > > > > > > > > Guy in a Zorro suit > > Complete with full-face mask > > Walks along carrying a saxophone > > Which he occasionally raises to his lips > > And uses to make random squawking sounds > > Not those John Coltrane or Albert Ayler > > Squawking sounds, as if he knew how to play > > And chose not to > > More like someone playing a saxophone > > Who doesn't know how to play a saxophone > > He doesn't panhandle, he doesn't ask for money > > He just walks around doing this > > Maybe he's a relative of Sun Ra > > Here visiting from their native Saturn > > > > > > > > A passing posse of caterpillar people > > All following a tour guide > > Who is telling them fascinating things > > About the historic and beautiful square > > They're walking through > > Not one of them is listening > > Or even seeing the square > > They're all staring into their 'Smartphones' > > Being smart > > > > > > > > Chinese guy with another cute girlfriend > > Walks along ignoring her completely > > Instead taking 'selfies' of his own face > > With his camera every few steps > > No shit > > > > > > > > Waiter with a goatee and moustache > > Who would not have been out of place > > In any era of this cafe's history > > Spins his tray on one finger > > As he spins his web > > On patrons who look > > As if they have the money to tip > > I feel eternity > > In this scene repeating itself > > Over and over, over the centuries > > In this cafe, in this moment > > >