The Burner

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The Burner

Postby graidawg » Wed Mar 16, 2011 3:30 am

Once upon a weekday dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of playa lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one loudly dubstepping my rv door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tripping at my rv door -
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak midwinter,
And each separate dying burner wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the bar of yore-
For the rare and radiant volume whom the playans name the bar -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple drinkin
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some eager playan entreating entrance at my rv door -
Some late visitor entreating gifting at my rv door; -
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was browsing, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came dubstepping at my rv door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered words, "MOOP NO more"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "moop no more!" -
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the rv turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a oonntz oontz oontz louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my rv crapper:
Let me see, then, what the beat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the burners and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and shirtcocker,
In there stepped a stately burner of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, opened a pbr by my rv door -
Perched upon a bust or Phallas he brought to my rv door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this dusty burner beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the dusty,drunk and crazy smiling of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no birgin,
dusty, grim and ancient burner wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the burner, "ygmir, or more."

Much I marvelled this mighty viking to hear the chanting oh so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing burners by his rv door -
burner or fish upon the bust within the rv door,
With such name as "crypto, ygmir and more."

But the burner , sitting smiling on the massive bust, spoke only
those few words, as if his soul in that pbr he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a fin then she fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other burners have burned before -
On the morrow they will leave me, as my burns have gone before."
Then the burners said, "moop no more."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what they utter is right and matter,
leave no trace moop is wrong for whom the hat is lord and master
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of leave no trace and moop no more'."

But the burner still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of burner, fish or viking by my door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous burn of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "moop no more."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fish whose blinky toy now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, oop no more!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Simon of the playa tinkled on the dusty floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of moopy floor:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind absinthe and forget this lost empire store!"
Quoth the burners, "moop nomore."

"pyro!" said I, "thing of barbie! - prophet still, if fish or devil! -
Whether isotopia sent, or whether trishntek tossed thee here ashore,
Dusty yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by burner haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in center camp? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the burners "MOOP NOmore"

"Pyro!" said I, "thing of barbie- burner still, if fish or viking!
By that playa that bends above us - by that hat we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant playa,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name vegan choirgirl -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name vegan choir girl."
Quoth the burners, "not a chance."

"Be that word our sign in parting, fish or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the trash fence and the Night's apokoliptan shore!
Leave no trace, plume for our token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my burniness unbroken!- clear the moop from my rv floor!
Take thy man from out my heart, and burn thy man well off the playa floor!"
Quoth the burners, "MOOP NOmore."

And the burners, never mooping, still are dancing, still are burning
On the dusty plain of playas just outside my rv door;
And their eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er hthem streaming throws there shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - EVERMORE!


THANK YOU PLAYANS ONE AND ALL
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Postby MyDearFriend » Wed Mar 16, 2011 5:22 am

Oh man that's fantastic. BRAVO!!!
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Postby Simon of the Playa » Wed Mar 16, 2011 5:41 am

"MOOP NO MORE"!



graidawg, this is fantastic...


i love Burningman, Art happens All Day, Every Day...
breathe deep, the playa is the dust of your ancestors

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Postby jkisha » Wed Mar 16, 2011 8:25 am

Nice.
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Postby ygmir » Wed Mar 16, 2011 9:14 am

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IxAKFlpdcfc[/youtube]

A true work of art,

Bravo, Bravo!!
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Postby ibdave » Wed Mar 16, 2011 10:11 am

I my self would love to be around you when you 1st step onto the Playa and see what is laid out for you to explore for the 1st time..
graidawg I hope to run into you. Camp over on the 5:00-3:00 area.... 8) 8) 8)
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Postby burner von braun » Wed Mar 16, 2011 10:55 am

*big smile*

Thanks graidawg!
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Postby graidawg » Wed Mar 16, 2011 11:15 am

thanks guys, i hope to meet as many of you as possibe when i get home and while inspiration strikes i may add more bad poetry, i was thikning 4 and 20 vigins redone as the burners of BRC

SoP glad you liked that and ibD if you dont i'll try to get a video of me getting home (those cracked up ferrets will be jealous)

hope you enjoy the reading
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Postby graidawg » Wed Mar 16, 2011 11:35 am

The Burners of BRC


More and plenty burners,
compared there burny-ness,
and when the burn was over,
we found the burniest

singing,
burning with the burners, arses bare to all,
if ya canna be burny at Burning Man,
ya canna be burny at all

ygmir the viking we was there,
a mighty man was he
He lined then against the man,
and shga them 3 by 3!

singing (chorus)

SoP was there as well,
getting slightly high
fully clothed usual,
coz he's slightly shy

singing (chorus)

the naked hippy who's mooching of the camp
smelling up the playa and acting like a tramp

hordes and hordes of sparkle ponies,
with those fancy legs,
oh they look so lovely
but you'll get no sex

moonrise got there too,
in his fancy cart,
eat his flambe bacon,
then ask about his art!

tom servo sure was there,
he's a big old trucker,
someone also told me
he's a dirty fucker!

the cryptofish was there as well,
looking for a worm,
just watch out woodrow
next could be your turn

singing

Burning at the playa
the man is oh so tall,
if the burn goes wrong
watch out where he falls!


feel free to add verses :)
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Postby Savannah » Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:22 pm

Great thread. :lol:
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Postby graidawg » Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:30 pm

thanks

sav gets her turn now,
dusty down her front,
i hope doesnt get playa foot,
on her naked bum
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Postby graidawg » Wed Mar 16, 2011 4:35 pm

HOME UNVISITED

The sky has turned from grey to blue,
Since first my spirit wandered forth
From the dreary cities of the north,
And to nevadas desert i must go.

And here I set my face to home,
though my journey's not quite done,
Although, i think, on that dusty plain,
Rangers will lead my way to playa, home.

O Blessed those who do hold
the party upon that arid plain!
we leave without blot or stain,
our city gone and stories told!

O Home so dusty at my feet
I lay this barren gift of song!
For, yes! the way is hard and long
to my friends i've yet to meet.


II.


And yet what joy it is for us
To plan and plan again the date,
of journeying towards the greeters gate,
To spin and roll in that playa dust!

And wandering through the cities lane
That shine and glow and burn and scream,
or see the morning sun and dream
Of morning and being home again


III.


A pilgrim from the northern sea -
What joy for me to seek a home
The wondrous temple and the throne
Of those who burn and sing with me!

When, bright with tears and joy i shone
Come friends and loves welcome ,
And soon above the heads of all
The man will burn in my new home.

O joy to see when there i roam
a community, the gifts i bring,
the lives, the desert thing
the triumph in my new home

Or at the brightly-neoned shrine
stands high the mystic sacrifice,
And shows us all our, mortal eyes
we stand in this home of mine.


IV.


For lo, what changes time can bring!
The cycles of revolving years
May free my heart from all its fears,
And teach my lips a song to sing.

Before the dust and heat is gone
and now the cities life is shed,
and now again all trace has fled,
but now i must leave my new home ,

I may have run the glorious race,
And caught the torch while yet aflame,
And called upon the holy name
Of Him who now doth hide His face.

there is a place i have not gone,
i,ve looked i've seen and yes i read
i will go before i'm dead
and here those words. Welcome home.

adapted from rome unvisited by oscar wilde
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Postby delle » Wed Mar 16, 2011 4:39 pm

SWEET!!!!!!!!!!!

:D

Your mind is one crazy playground, Grai. Thanks for letting us enjoy it so freely.

You rock!!!!
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Postby graidawg » Wed Mar 16, 2011 4:41 pm

why thank you Delle, its nice to have somewhere i can go wherever my mind takes me.
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Postby Dr. Pyro » Wed Mar 16, 2011 5:58 pm

GDawg, now I really am looking forward to meeting you in London on June 22nd. Cheyenne is hoping to meet up as well.

Author author!!! Shall we have a reading?
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Postby Eric » Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:17 pm

Grai- these are fucking brilliant!
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Postby Trishntek » Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:39 pm

Alas! An EXPLOSION of EXPRESSION from the EPLAYAN POET heretofore UNKNOWN! *laying prone in humble submission*
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Postby Mojojita » Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:55 pm

As a fan of the original 4 and 20 Virgins song, (The Ball of Kerry Muir), I salute you!!! My hubby performs that song and he will be delighted to get your burner version....
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Postby gyre » Thu Mar 17, 2011 4:16 am

WHAT do you see now?
Globes of red, yellow, purple.
Just a moment! And now?
My father and mother and sisters.
Yes! And now?
Knights at arms, beautiful women, kind faces.
Try this.
A field of grain—a city.
Very good! And now?
A young woman with angels bending over her.
A heavier lens! And now?
Many women with bright eyes and open lips.
Try this.
Just a goblet on a table.
Oh I see! Try this lens!
Just an open space—I see nothing in particular.
Well, now!
Pine trees, a lake, a summer sky.
That’s better. And now?
A book.
Read a page for me.
I can’t. My eyes are carried beyond the page.
Try this lens.
Depths of air.
Excellent! And now?
Light, just light, making everything below it a toy world.
Very well, we’ll make the glasses accordingly.



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Postby gyre » Thu Mar 17, 2011 4:17 am

You might want to rework that after you go.
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Postby Monkeypoo » Thu Mar 17, 2011 4:50 am

friends will come
and friends will go
friends will peter out
you know

but we'll be friends
through thick and thin
peter out
or peter in
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Postby gyre » Thu Mar 17, 2011 7:08 am

This seems somwhat evocative of Poe...


Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?

That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.



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Postby graidawg » Thu Mar 17, 2011 7:59 am

We are the people and your pARTicipants.
thus may our eyes be open to the burning of the man
and to the ten guiding priciples.
Hear the playa's call upon you,
because it has set us apart among all the peoples of the earth
in our burniness

feeling biblical today

It is good to give thanks to the man,
to make music to your name and very loud,
to proclaim your love in the morning
and your truth to the dancers of the night,
on the ten-tracked mixer and the amp,
with the rumbling sound of the sub.

Your eed, O man, has made me high;
for the joint from your hands I shout with joy.
O man, how clean are your works!
How new are your needles!
The stupid will not ask this
and the foolish cannot understand.

Though the dust gets in my ass
and all grains are in my eyes,
they are doomed to be eternally gritty.
But you, man are eternally on prepared.
See how your goggles stay on;
all dusts masks are at hand.

To me you give the absithe;
you anoint me with the purest rum.
My eyes looked on the thunderdome;
my ears heard oontz oontz oontz and hear no more.
The music of the raver baby
and beating of the drum.

am i going to hell for this? probably see you there
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Postby graidawg » Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:40 am

more burn of brc

trish'ntek they'll be there with there fav'rite toys,
Flirting with the girlies and scaring all the boys!

monkey poo tha lovely girl surely is a hit,
swinging from the rafters, flinging monkey shit

Aunty Em i hope to see, shes the bestest mod
at herding all the playan cats, like her little flock
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Wordsworth!

Postby lonestoner916 » Thu Mar 17, 2011 11:44 am

I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd
A host of dancing Daffodils;
Along the Lake, beneath the trees,
Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling waves in glee: --
A poet could not but be gay
In such a laughing company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude,
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the Daffodils.

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Postby graidawg » Fri Mar 18, 2011 3:43 am

hiya again, thanks for more poetry on here i'll try to 'adjust' it if i can or well i may just dig out more biblical stuff, some of that is wierd and easy to adjust

but for now a few more playans who went to
"the burn of BRC"


The playa hippy he was there, scratchin' at his crotch.
But no one minded him at all, he was only there to watch!..

Then my dear friend got there, in elegance she sat.
doin' Things Unusual with the feathers in her hat!..

token oh he was there, covered up with smiles.
Doin' thirty-two at once, and in amazing style!..

(i bottled the name) she was there, covered all in sweat,.
Takin' on all comers, and she hasn't finished yet


The london glazier he was there, with his prick of glass.
He diddled 'em in their cunnys, and also in the ass!..


eric he was there, but he was runnin' late,.
Askin' round from man to man just who to copulate
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Postby graidawg » Fri Mar 18, 2011 5:11 am

Oh, I wish I was in the land of burning,
for my home I am a yearnin',
Far away, far away, far away Burning Man.

In playa Land, for I'm a burnin',
I'll gift and dance to earn my burnin,
Far away, far away, far away Burning Man.

I know I'll be a playa man, Hooray! Hooray!
On Dusty Land I'll make my stand
to be in Black Rock city.
Away, away, away to Black Rock City.
Away, away, away to Black Rock City!

not long now to till the man is burnin,
To Burning Man I'm bound to travel,
Far away, far away faway,
Black Rock City

y'all know where it took this from right?
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Postby Dr Jet Sinister » Fri Mar 18, 2011 8:56 am

This is a wonderful thread. Thank you Graidawg for making us smile. :D
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Postby MyDearFriend » Fri Mar 18, 2011 12:37 pm

graidawg wrote:
I know I'll be a playa man, Hooray! Hooray!
On Dusty Land I'll make my stand
to be in Black Rock city.
Away, away, away to Black Rock City.
Away, away, away to Black Rock City!

y'all know where it took this from right?


You ain't just whistlin' Dixie, dude :shock: which I'm not sure I'm even allowed to say :shock: seeing as that war is not quite over with here where I live!
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Postby graidawg » Fri Mar 18, 2011 3:01 pm

this ones been in my head all day and seemed appropriate as i've spent the last 4 hours packing my shit to move out and finally flaked having still got to do the moving in part *sigh*

thanks everyone for all the praise it's a pleasure to do this - helps me use my brain a little in a positive way

On the day I went away... goodbye...
Was all I had to say... now I...
I want to come again and stay... Oh my my...
Smile, and that will mean that I may

Cause I've seen blue skies, through the tears
In my eyes
And I realise.. I'm going home.

Everywhere it's been the same... feeling...
Like I'm outside in the rain... wheeling...
Free, to try and find a game... dealing...
Cards for sorrow, cards for pain

Cause I've seen blue skies through the tears
In my eyes
And I realise.. I'm going home.

I'm going home, I'm going home
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"Savannah" I like it . . . it makes us sound forward-thinking, and not at all like trailblazing, professional-level procrastinors.
the rest of us are in the School of Fukkit. "Eric"
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