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The title alludes to Nietzsche's "Beyond Good and Evil" though it does not focus on the Good/evil part, more the idea of the "beyond" that interested me. was fiddling around with prose poetry as well having read a wee bit of Gertrude Stein... It may all be a bit of a piddle but I enjoyed writing it... XLF 

The title is a quote taken from the philosopher, David Hume, referring to relgious superstition and relgion. This sort story has nothing to do with relgion. But perhaps a bit of the imagination that Hume refers to in his essay. Chimera was a Monster with the head of a lion, body of a goat and the tail of a dragon. It breathed fire and lived and ravaged Lycia until Bellerophon killed it. I would greatly appreciate all comments - is this total tosh...? Happy days xL. 

Version Two. has it lost something I wonder?... Happy Days x 

I wanted to play around with the form a bit ut have forgotten how to make indents (would like the single 'heart' and the single 'where' to be in middle of their lines - if that makes sense) if anyone can remind me of how to do this I would be all smiles and gratitude, and if not la la la la and a he la, no worries will suffice as it is happy days x 

A Big Bit Of Silliness (and not a lot of sense). 

This was an attempt to try and catch that feeling of being in love and yet always a victim of that rather egocentric flaw of thinking that 'the grass s always greener...' of caring deeply for another, but not so sure of what you want... been away for a while, lots of poems/stories i need to read and looking forward to doing so... Happy Days, L x 

End needs changing will fiddle around later. x 

A bit of silliness -all criticisms most welcome and encouraged.... x 2nd part to follow. 

This needs work I know, but it is an idea I wanted to play with as an intro for a collection of shot stories, (that I havn't written yet...). Needs tightening. x 

El Dorado is a 'fabulous place abundant im gold and precious stones.' Echo was a beautiful wood nymph who fell in love with Narcissus, and who rejected by N. wasted away to a voice, that could only repeat the words of others. Lillies are a symbol for death. Bijou is a jewel, a work of art. Encouraged by Sean, have fattened poem up a bit in middle, slightly more authentic perhaps, like a "portly bellied cloud..." x 

Yet another name change and a slightly different poem... 

Adapted from a poem I wrote earlier called Hermes and I. 

A thank-you to Paul for his advice. I hope the changes makes this a stronger poem, actually recovering from the shock that the dribble of the last one was-and wondering at my blindness with it-so Paul, you are my saviour thank-you! Happy Days X 

Don't really like the first part. This has just trickled out of me though but gong to have serious tinkle later to bring out the darker side of it a little and loose the chatty aspect of it....? 

Version II: Taking into ccount what Elspeth said (Thank-you) have had a tinkle with orginal version. Still think a little wordy in places, perhaps need to make a longer story...? Of all pieces that I've posted, this is the one that I feel I need the most help with as i am at a loss as to whether or not there is anything worthwhile in here...HELP PLEASE lovely WWer's!!! xx Also title needs changing but am at a loss-any suggestions? 

A short story, one for a possible collecrion. Theme the miracles that appear in the chimerical. I.e When things seem to be lost, something (sorry for the cliche!) is gained... orginally I wrote the second half seperately but then decided to link Aelia's story with the girl sitting in the cafe with the woman. I like the idea of hidden madness and that which is papable and tried to portray an aspect of that here... 

Please Excuse my crude language. 

All Seperate 

This is an adapyed version of a poem I wrote a while ago under the title, Hermes and I. After having a look at it I decided to have a play and change the focus of it, (and title), Remembering I think can sometimes take you to paradise or to hellish gloom, but remembering that it is all in your mind can sometimes be hard to do when the pain is so physical. Also there is no intentional reference to the tsunami of 12/04. 

Another play around this evening! The end is very wrong i know, and think that the third re-make is going off in another direction perhaps...? I really would like to devlop this piece and so would be gratedul to all comments and/or help. Thank-you, LAura x 

You can't be serious... 

was about to explode into a plethora of words, when this three line ditty said no more please... 

"new waves…"refers toproblems we create in new relationships=no wave is ever the same,subsequently notion of a “new” wave is non-sensical.Imagery of ocean intended to insinuate the depths of human relationships-i.e oceans=unpredicatble,&that is what makes them so thrilling.The'They"in "they made demons up" is everyone around you,(including yourself)who has an opinion about your r/ship-&how those opinions can confuse your own perspective. 

As advised by miffle/nikki had a little play around this morning and would be interested to see what people think of two... still needs work-feel second version is stronger in first half but loosses that strength in last third? xlaura 'samadhic bliss' refers to a meditative state known as 'samadhi' this is achieved when (at last!) one manages to silence the constant chattering of the mind and exist in a realm of consciousness that is indeed 'blissful.' 

hole inthe head is done by people in attempts to heighten LSD/Acid experiences The first/last lines are simply my perspective; but of course something that is ( thankfully) open to debate this is just a little ditty but if you read i hope it may take you somewhere you are notxL 

The Final Chunk-yey! To all of you who have made the effort to read this I am hugely indebted: I have read all of yur comments and will reply tomorrow and my lack of acknowledgment is very rude and for that I apologise. xlaura 

RE previous comments made by the fabulous people who read part I and II have taken into account whats been said, after part III only one more part so am uploading unammended work and will rework it seriously at a later date. Again, whoever dares read-thank-you! xlaura 

The second part of Reality Gets A Lobotomy. (Again is rather long and the format can be a bit hard to chew, but my appreaciation of any commens-words cannot describe)!... Thank-you if you do read this xlaura 

This is actually rather a long poem so decided to split it up it to four chunks, which I shall be posting over the next couple of weeks. in order to help along the readability-only hope this little gimmick works! I am aware that it probably doesn't make easy reading but would greatly appreaciate all comments, even if they are to lambust it and rip it apart... Thank-you for taking the time to read xlaura 

The Samburo are a nomadic tribe in Kenya, Africa. As part of their diet they drink the blood of cows, taken from the veins in their necks which thry open with an arrow. 

"naked bodies and lost friends" form part of the "turbulent dream" eg things from your past-yet waking you feel so calm/well-rested, as if all complete... 

The obsolete gollywog is a reference to the black gollywog's that used to appear on marmalade jars but were taken off as they were deemed racist. They were toys for children. Rudyard Kipling essentially had a rather pessimistic view of life, viewing it without order and one that abounds in "chaos and anarchy." xLaura 

'anicca' is the Pali word for impermanence and is central to the Buddhist faith, which teaches that all phenomena, both mental and physical, are without exception impermanent. The rest of the poem is a bit of sun for dark december days... x 

“come and tell me your woes, your story” i.e story=the one we create about our lives to justify/explain things that have happened. Democritus the aberite: the rolicker. Rose’s demons inspired by a painting in tate gallery. Nietzsche declared himself a genuis. "as if imperious to your faults": always easier to recognise other people's then your own. 

Just a few extra lines at the bottom 

Something I started to play with yesterday. About someone obsessed with 'I' and ego, thinking e/t comes from her, hence the slight irrelvance of talk of coffee etc The line “the men who left because of dreams” refers to any man who left home to fight someone else’s war thinking it would take them away from their own-inevitably itt doesn’t.  

This is for a student magazine, word limit 700. If anyone could suggest a better title or any feedback-any welcome! xlaura 

Thought it needed a bit of snipping. 

Written yesterday, early evening in my car as I was coming back from a meeting. 

Alice/roovacrag-for you, a poeticised version of a previously poetically challenged non-poem...version two, I think may be slightly more poetic-I hope! Thank-you for your comments and would be interested if anyone would be so kind to compare and see what works... x Laura 

The POV of the Rwandan murders' of the Genocide 1994. this poem is very contary to the way i normally write poetry-which is, yes corny as it sounds, from heart, pink is the colour of the prisoners uniform. i don't like this poem at all, but i wanted to see if i could write something in offer to Wozs' challenge. in the end I think poems are a fruitless excercise in understanding Genocides' unless they change people so that they never occur again. 

The "one million" (and loosely the whole poem) is a reference to the one million victims of the genocide in Rwanda, who were killed in ten days in 1994. 

I don't really know what this is approp. for- the idea of harry came first three years ago in canada and this story came out a month or two ago and would appreaciate it immensely if someone could be so kind as to advise with it in anyway-dustbin or could it have a future somewhere....? 

A bit of a change, perhaps a little more coherent, but no doubt still to wordy...