skip to main | skip to sidebar

The Virtual World

Poetry, the imagination, and the creative life.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Pimp Your Nutcracker


Posted by Picasa

Try your own here.
Posted by Peter at 7:07 AM
Email ThisBlogThis!Share to XShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest

3 comments:

Anne Haines said...

That's hysterical!

December 21, 2005 7:11 AM
Emily Lloyd said...

LO effing L!

December 21, 2005 4:25 PM
Kelli Russell Agodon - Book of Kells said...

oh gawd, what happened here?! ;-)

ho ho ho

December 22, 2005 3:24 PM

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home
Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Popular Posts

  • Happy Happy
    The floors are all sanded down and are looking great. It's amazing how much paler they are with all the old finish gone. We are going wi...
  • (no title)
    my friend Patrick . . . 
  • Home and Warm
    Dean passed all the tests with flying colors. They adjusted his blood pressure meds, and hopefully that'll do the trick. It's funn...
  • From Woody, via Gary via Stephanie
    Go to google, type in "(your name) needs" and collect the first lines from the first page of hits: Peter needs Jesus to rehabilita...
  • Face Recognition Program
    From Kelli's blog , a link to this cool Face Recognition Program , where you can upload a picture of someone and it matches it to a cele...
  • Which Existentialist Philosopher Are You?
    You scored as Albert Camus . You are Albert Camus, so you are one sweet existentialist. He built largely upon the framework of existentiali...
  • Blog Anagrams
    This was just too silly and fun, I had to share it (and please nobody be offended: it's just the letters talking.) : Asleep Inside an Ol...
  • Is This a Poem? Does It Say (or Mean?) Anything?
    Found the of and a to in is you that it he for was on are as with his they at be this from I have or by one had not but what all were when w...
  • Three Poems on Three Candles
    . . . check 'em out. And thank you to Steve Mueske.
  • Prufrock: a decompostition
    you and I spread out against the sky half-deserted shells What is it? our visit. a talking angel yellow fog there will be time to prepare a ...

Some Poems Online

  • "Magnolia Blossom"
  • Body Talk
  • Crossing the Pear
  • "Wordsword" "Adagio"
  • "Twenty Years After His Passing, My Father Appears . . ."
  • "Think or Swim"
  • "The Cruciverbalist"
  • "Reconsidering the Seven"
  • "October Journal"
  • "Nursemaid's Elbow"
  • "Lost in Translation"
  • "Holy Shit"
  • "Her Name is Rose"
  • "Fugue"
  • "Anagrammer" (video)
  • "Anagrammer"
  • "After the Pillow Book"

Blog Archive

  • ►  2013 (15)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  May (2)
    • ►  April (3)
    • ►  March (4)
    • ►  February (2)
    • ►  January (3)
  • ►  2012 (44)
    • ►  December (4)
    • ►  November (3)
    • ►  October (4)
    • ►  September (3)
    • ►  August (4)
    • ►  July (3)
    • ►  June (1)
    • ►  April (3)
    • ►  March (7)
    • ►  February (6)
    • ►  January (6)
  • ►  2011 (96)
    • ►  December (5)
    • ►  November (6)
    • ►  October (3)
    • ►  September (8)
    • ►  August (7)
    • ►  July (8)
    • ►  June (7)
    • ►  May (9)
    • ►  April (10)
    • ►  March (10)
    • ►  February (13)
    • ►  January (10)
  • ►  2010 (121)
    • ►  December (12)
    • ►  November (7)
    • ►  October (11)
    • ►  September (9)
    • ►  August (8)
    • ►  July (10)
    • ►  June (9)
    • ►  May (14)
    • ►  April (10)
    • ►  March (11)
    • ►  February (8)
    • ►  January (12)
  • ►  2009 (147)
    • ►  December (8)
    • ►  November (8)
    • ►  October (11)
    • ►  September (5)
    • ►  August (5)
    • ►  July (10)
    • ►  June (9)
    • ►  May (20)
    • ►  April (20)
    • ►  March (14)
    • ►  February (19)
    • ►  January (18)
  • ►  2008 (246)
    • ►  December (22)
    • ►  November (16)
    • ►  October (27)
    • ►  September (22)
    • ►  August (27)
    • ►  July (25)
    • ►  June (28)
    • ►  May (23)
    • ►  April (21)
    • ►  March (21)
    • ►  February (12)
    • ►  January (2)
  • ►  2007 (340)
    • ►  December (20)
    • ►  November (26)
    • ►  October (38)
    • ►  September (24)
    • ►  August (24)
    • ►  July (35)
    • ►  June (31)
    • ►  May (27)
    • ►  April (30)
    • ►  March (30)
    • ►  February (25)
    • ►  January (30)
  • ►  2006 (421)
    • ►  December (30)
    • ►  November (28)
    • ►  October (38)
    • ►  September (34)
    • ►  August (41)
    • ►  July (37)
    • ►  June (35)
    • ►  May (27)
    • ►  April (47)
    • ►  March (34)
    • ►  February (34)
    • ►  January (36)
  • ▼  2005 (414)
    • ▼  December (41)
      • Happy New Year
      • From the Seattle Stranger
      • Icarus
      • Request
      • Jane: A Murder
      • Poetry for Your Table
      • Dean's Fry Pan
      • Little Claire's Tiara
      • Happy Holidays!
      • Men's Chorus Tonight
      • Back Yard, Wenatchee, 1962
      • What I Want for Christmas
      • Vacation Sex
      • Pimp Your Nutcracker
      • The Hanged Man
      • Brokeback Ennis
      • The Biggest Small Poems Going . . .
      • National Champions!
      • Which Peanuts Character are You?
      • From Lorna
      • Ice Trees
      • Born in the Year of the Pig
      • Poetry Group Holiday Meeting
      •   
      •   
      • I *Heart* Nick V.
      • Seven of Swords
      • SLOSHER
      • On Disjunction
      • Thinking in Palindromes
      • Red Coffee Cup
      • What Kind of Pie are You?
      • Imagine
      • International Night Out
      • Living in the Past
      • Techniques for Surviving Auto-Submersion
      • from Ginsberg in the 50's
      • Amazon Concordance
      • From Woody, via Gary via Stephanie
      • Rare Bird
      • From Ted Genoways' email at VQR
    • ►  November (36)
    • ►  October (45)
    • ►  September (32)
    • ►  August (42)
    • ►  July (37)
    • ►  June (33)
    • ►  May (39)
    • ►  April (30)
    • ►  March (35)
    • ►  February (25)
    • ►  January (19)
 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Poetry can communicate before it is understood. ~T. S. Eliot

*


Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history. ~ Plato

*


A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep. ~ Salman Rushdie

*


Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ~ Novalis

*


Poetry is what maintains our capacity for contemplation and difficulty. — Carolyn Forche

*


Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild. — Denis Diderot

*


Sometimes something wants to be said, sometimes a way of saying wants to be used. — Paul ValĂ©ry

*