In memoriam. My dear, dear friend Screaming Lord Byron.

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep-
He hath awakened from the dream of life-
'Tis we, who, lost in the stormy visions keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings.-We decay
Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief
Convulse us and consume us day by day,
And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
The One remains, the many change and pass;
Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.-Die,
If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!
Follow where all is fled!-Rome's azure sky,
Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words are weak
The glory they transfuse with fitting words to speak.

(I'm sorry, I have to cry now)

[Phillycat]

1. Stop all the clocks

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

[flamingyouth]

16. That's my favorite mourning poem

:thumbsup:

[Phillycat]

18. Mine too.

The scene in Four Weddings and a Funeral makes me sob every time.

[PROGRESSIVE1]

2. What's with all these ScreamingLordBrian posts?

[Worst Username Ever]

3. Screaminglordbyron has been killed by mumblingpeasantsteve.

[tigereye]

33. that's a new one

he's been allegedly married to various guys here a few times and triangled, but not killed. Whew.

[Phillycat]

5. I think it's awesome that you called him ScreamingLordBrian.

He's been gone a half hour and everyone's already forgotten his name.

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

8. That was a genius post.

[asthmaticeog]

26. I'm Brian, and so's my wife!

[Demit]

9. sssh. they're mourning the life of brian

[htuttle]

4. !noryB droL gnimaercS deirub I

!noryB droL gnimaercS deirub I

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

6. NO! BACKWARDS MESSAGES!

:scared:

[matcom]

7. FUCK HIM!

he stole my heart x(

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

10. Yeah, but he did use it to make that giant monster.

That's gotta count for something.

[matcom]

12. IT WAS A GIANT ARDVARK FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!!!

give me a fucking BREAK

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

15. Come on. Did you see the Emperor's face when they unwrapped it?

Priceless.

[MallRat]

11. A eulogy from Alfred Screaming Lord Tennyson.

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,
But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For though from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

-MR

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

13. (sad face)

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
O Elbereth Star-kindler
silivren penna míriel
(white) glittering slants down sparkling like jewels
o menel aglar elenath!
from firmament glory the star-host!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
To-remote distance far-having gazed
o galadhremmin ennorath,
from tree-tangled middle-lands,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
Fanuilos, to thee I will chant
nef aear, sí nef aearon!
on this side of ocean, here on this side of the Great
Ocean!

[skypilot]

14. I've never met a peasant named Steve.

Who mumbles. Are you the strong, silent type?

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

17. Sure.

Depends on how much you pay me.

[underpants]

19. I never really cared for him to tell you the truth

I wouldn't say that to his face mind you-I'm too much of a MAN to do something like that.

Anyway.....

:bounce:

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

27. This sums up how I feel in a way I could never express.

[Wickerman]

20. R.I.P. "Brian"

Boo, Forever
by Richard Brautigan


Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I'm haunted by all
the space that I
will live without
you.

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

28. Great poem.

[tigereye]

34. wait, wait

you did? you didn't, you aren't? ( boy and I haven't even been drinking!) That dry tone sounds really familiar...sheesh.
Gone for an hour and I am totally clueless. Why why did you do it?

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

37. Don't you like me?

[tigereye]

38. it's like Dr. Who changing over

it takes a little while. you miss the old one and aren't quite sure of the new one. And then you see in their eyes that they are the same, but different. So just give me a while to get used to it. I like things to be the same, it's kind of how I felt when Whitacre went by-by. But I am sure I will come to like you too, Steve. Well here's a tenative hug for you. :hug:

don't mind me, I am oddly sentimental tonight.

[matcom]

21. Screaming Lord Byron STOLE MY VIRGINITY!!!

and i want it BACK DAMMIT!!

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

29. Sorry. It seems he sold it to a busload of Belgian tourists.

[Duncan Grant]

22. Any chance he might rise again?

I'll check in again in 3 days. It's happened before man... :smoke:

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

31. Now that's a real tin-foil hat type of theory.

[jpgray]

23. Now you need a Mark Smith avatar

Too much reliance on girl here
On girls here, behind every shell-actor
Snobbier Snobbier
Too much romantic here
I destroy romantics, actors,
Kill it!
Kill it!

It may cost you your contract with Motown, though. :P

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

32. Kill it! Kill it!

The pain of that tortured artist. The pain!

[stellanoir]

24. I have it on good authority that Mary, Queen of Scots

is smiting Screaming Lord Byron eternally in the afterworld.

You see, earlier today, he called her "hot". Such insolence will not be tolerated in the afterlife.

Hurrrrrumphhhhh.

[MumblingPeasantSteve]

30. Lucky she was such a lousy monarch, then.

[SheWhoMustBeObeyed]

25. I knew Screaming Lord Byron. I worked with Screaming Lord Byron.

And you, sir,

oh fuck it. It's so lame. Sorry sorry sorry.

:D

[tigereye]

35. NOOOOOOOOO!

oh, well out with the old, in with the new. But steve???!!!

[MsMagnificent]

36. Telling the Bees

By Lizette Woodworth Reese


BATHSHEBA came out to the sun,
Out to our wallëd cherry-trees;
The tears adown her cheek did run,
Bathsheba standing in the sun,
Telling the bees.

My mother had that moment died;
Unknowing, sped I to the trees,
And plucked Bathsheba’s hand aside;
Then caught the name that there she cried
Telling the bees.

Her look I never can forget,
I that held sobbing to her knees;
The cherry-boughs above us met;
I think I see Bathsheba yet
Telling the bees.

[curse10]

39. Man! I had a secret crush on ScreamingLordByron!

:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: And now he's gone forever!!!!! :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:

[NashVegas]

43. Yeah.. Come Weep Here By Me

:cry: :cry: :cry: :cry:

[dolo amber]

40. No you fucking di'nt!!

:grr:

You are teh sux0r. :fume:

[AwakeAtLast]

41. You mumble in a......

slightly familiar sort of way. Dare I say that your future looks bright for many arguments and tantrums?

:evilgrin:

[NashVegas]

42. Sorrow is my own yard

where the new grass
flames as it has flamed
often before but not
with the cold fire
that closes round me this year.
Thirty-five years
I lived with my husband.
The plumtree is white today
with masses of flowers.
Masses of flowers
load the cherry branches
and color some bushes
yellow and some red
but the grief in my heart
is stronger than they
for though they were my joy
formerly, today I notice them
and turned away forgetting.
Today my son told me
that in the meadows,
at the edge of the heavy woods
in the distance, he saw
trees of white flowers.
I feel that I would like
to go there
and fall into those flowers
and sink into the marsh near them. - WCW



seems like I just posted this a few days ago.