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• 3/7/2010 7:53 PM Elena wrote:
  One two three four five
  Is the Paxil vixen dead or alive?
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  1. 3/7/2010 8:00 PM Jesus Crisis wrote:
     Good question....
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     1. 3/7/2010 8:35 PM Jesus Crisis wrote:
        Some are alive, some are dead, and some are both at the same time.
        
        
        Searching for Paxil on You Tube I found this parody of Justin Timberlake's "Sexyback" song:
        
        

        
        
        
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• 3/7/2010 10:25 PM Elena wrote:
  "An error occurred, please try again"
  Natch!
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  1. 3/8/2010 7:50 AM Jesus Crisis wrote:
     And to avoid any confusion, I will plainly state that I have never taken Paxil.
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     1. 3/8/2010 6:00 PM c- anon wrote:
        I took Lexapro for a few months last year and it helped a lot... kept both feet out of the grave... so nothing to be ashamed if you ever do need to take it...
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• 3/8/2010 7:57 AM lady wrote:
  I'm wondering about the tags you've defined for this--what is 12345?
  
  ...
  
  Aha--I see that you addressed this at the top of your post.
  
  Fee, fie, foe fum
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  1. 3/8/2010 9:01 AM Jesus Crisis wrote:
      This was an experiment in writing a poem with those numbers of syllables in the lines.  The poem was actually first written as a 54321:
     
     
     Stiff ass a bored game
     Paxil vixen
     Pack victim
     Pressed down
     Planed
     
     
     I would have been happier with it that way, I think, if the lines had gotten physically shorter in appearance, instead of just syllabically, on their way down the page.
     
     
     But then I started thinking the poem made more sense backwards.  After flipping the lines, I noticed the PPPPS, which led to the title.  I considered "Post Script" and other variations (some involving "Posed") before settling on Scripped -- which alludes to script (as in a play or movie) and 'script (as a contraction for prescription), makes me think of "stripped," and also adds a financial element (turning the noun "scrip" into a past-tense verb) -- because can there be a pharmaceutical anything in this day and age in America without a financial consideration?...
     
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     1. 3/9/2010 6:44 PM Tara wrote:
        No, there can't "be a pharmecutical anything in this day and age without a financial consideration. If Merck could have the exculsive ability to produce marijuana, it would be legal.
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• 3/8/2010 8:59 AM smith wrote:
  about 40 years ago i wrote a poem called the rose in which each line was two syllables longer than the line before for the first half of the poem and then each line decreased two syllables for the rest until it ended the same length as it began. but about 5 years ago i rewrote it, keeping the core but sacrificing the strict syllable change. here's its new form.
  
  (is it rude to comment on a poem with a poem of one's own?)
  
  ~ ~ ~
  
  Red Rose Rising
  
  It’s time
  For winter to break
  Through fall’s motley wake
  The grass withdraws
  To let winter pass
  The earth holds her breath
  Awaits spring rebirth
  Nonetheless there’s one
  Yet strives to leave winter undone
  One rose alone in brave brittle pose
  It tries to heed not the hostile skies
  Or why it can only die
  And waits
  Fighting both fates
  And clime
  
  As shall I
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  1. 3/8/2010 9:29 AM Jesus Crisis wrote:
     I don't think it rude -- especially in this context.  I'm glad you shared it -- 'tis a very good poem, and your intro to it interests me as well.  I'd enjoy (and find it instructive) seeing your strict syllable version and then comparing the two, discovering what changes you saw fit to make.  I especially like the image of the brave, hardy rose -- we had one a similar one in our back yard this winter.
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     1. 3/9/2010 9:35 AM smith wrote:
        this is a dead poem, replaced by new version.
        
        Rose
        
        It is time
        for winter to break
        through fall’s motley wake. The grass
        withdraws to let winter pass. The earth
        holding her breath awaiting spring’s rebirth. Yes
        the whole scene’s expecting the snow. Nonetheless there’s one
        Who yet strives so hard to leave winter undone. One rose
        So alone in its brave little pose. It tries
        To heed not hostile skies. Or why
        It can only die. And waits
        to fight both the fates
        and its clime
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        1. 3/9/2010 3:45 PM Jesus Crisis wrote:
           Interesting... thanks!  I like seeing the process.  Though I kinda like the old one -- I agree that the new is much better.
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• 3/9/2010 6:47 PM Tara wrote:
  I'm not sure what this poem means, but I take anti-depressants and my life would pretty much be a living hell without them. I also receive counseling. The best doctor I ever had told me that the key to overcoming depression is 5% medicinal, to take the edge off, and 95% talking therapy, which is really hard work.
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