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I take the beautiful thoughts in my scattered mind and tie them together in poetry. Sharing my poetry is a new experience for me, seeking ...
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The Suzy Berlinsky Happy Show
Nov 2017
Susanna Berlinski Nov 10
"...a lake of ignorance"? The "ink" that tattooists use, remains in the lymphatic (immune) system for a lifetime. Is it ignorant to compromise your ability to fight infection for a tattoo?
Eloi
I do not force anyone to have a tattoo.
And if a person chooses personally to do something to their body which will only effect themselves negatively, then that’s not ignorant. What’s ignorant is people taking actions which is killing our environment and not caring that it’ll affect everyone else in the world. That is distinctly ignorant.
I do not know who the ******* think you are to question me this way when you have no idea who I am. Ironically, it’s incredibly ignorant. Thanks very much
Susanna Berlinski
If you are a tattoo artiste, then you are knowingly poisoning dumb people, which demeans your worth as a human being. You are a hypocrite & a fraud. Bow your bleached head in shame. Go, and sin no more.
Eloi
You’re an absolute kook, Wow.
Susanna Berlinski
I can't help you until you're ready to accept my help.
Eloi
I don’t want your help. You really are psychotic.
Susanna Berlinski
Let's discuss your father. Shall we?
Eloi
What’s the matter with you? Why’re you so hateful?
Susanna Berlinski
Does the F-word empower you? Your father disapproves of your vulgarity. Perhaps it's good that your genetic lineage ends with you. The world would suffer needlessly feeding your progeny.
Eloi
Haha you’re funny, Honestly, I’m humoured. I hope you have a lovely evening, God bless x
Susanna Berlinski
You lost.
Susanna Berlinski
You're a foul-mouthed hypocrite.
Eloi
I haven’t lost anything, dear. You clearly have some issues, I’m just not going to stoop to your level. I’m not foul mouthed, nor a hypocrite. i really hope you can overcome whatever your issues are, I’m sorry that you’re burdened with them. I pray for you to find god and his peace. Good evening, god bless x
Susanna Berlinski
You wrote this: "I do not know who the ******* think you are to question me this way when you have no idea who I am." ~ You're a mental ******...
Eloi
Everyone’s entitled to feeling anger, Swearing isn’t what makes someone foul mouthed, the meaning behind words that someone says is what is.
I truly am sorry for whatever has happened in your life for you to see the world like this, I hope god can find you.
Eloi
God bless
Susanna Berlinski
I want you and your father to come to an understanding.
Act as a lady, not like a drunken sailor on leave.
Stop swearing. Stop shacking up. Stop *******.
Eloi
My father is dead sweetie. You know not who I am. I hope you can just find some peace.
Susanna Berlinski
Your personal problems should remain personal. Stop messaging me. I have no interest in fixing your wretched life.
Eloi
Let me fix yours then
Eloi
You clearly have some issues
"...a lake of ignorance"? The "ink" that tattooists use, remains in the lymphatic (immune) system for a lifetime. Is it ignorant to compromise your ability to fight infection for a tattoo?
Eloi
I do not force anyone to have a tattoo.
And if a person chooses personally to do something to their body which will only effect themselves negatively, then that’s not ignorant. What’s ignorant is people taking actions which is killing our environment and not caring that it’ll affect everyone else in the world. That is distinctly ignorant.
I do not know who the ******* think you are to question me this way when you have no idea who I am. Ironically, it’s incredibly ignorant. Thanks very much
Susanna Berlinski
If you are a tattoo artiste, then you are knowingly poisoning dumb people, which demeans your worth as a human being. You are a hypocrite & a fraud. Bow your bleached head in shame. Go, and sin no more.
Eloi
You’re an absolute kook, Wow.
Susanna Berlinski
I can't help you until you're ready to accept my help.
Eloi
I don’t want your help. You really are psychotic.
Susanna Berlinski
Let's discuss your father. Shall we?
Eloi
What’s the matter with you? Why’re you so hateful?
Susanna Berlinski
Does the F-word empower you? Your father disapproves of your vulgarity. Perhaps it's good that your genetic lineage ends with you. The world would suffer needlessly feeding your progeny.
Eloi
Haha you’re funny, Honestly, I’m humoured. I hope you have a lovely evening, God bless x
Susanna Berlinski
You lost.
Susanna Berlinski
You're a foul-mouthed hypocrite.
Eloi
I haven’t lost anything, dear. You clearly have some issues, I’m just not going to stoop to your level. I’m not foul mouthed, nor a hypocrite. i really hope you can overcome whatever your issues are, I’m sorry that you’re burdened with them. I pray for you to find god and his peace. Good evening, god bless x
Susanna Berlinski
You wrote this: "I do not know who the ******* think you are to question me this way when you have no idea who I am." ~ You're a mental ******...
Eloi
Everyone’s entitled to feeling anger, Swearing isn’t what makes someone foul mouthed, the meaning behind words that someone says is what is.
I truly am sorry for whatever has happened in your life for you to see the world like this, I hope god can find you.
Eloi
God bless
Susanna Berlinski
I want you and your father to come to an understanding.
Act as a lady, not like a drunken sailor on leave.
Stop swearing. Stop shacking up. Stop *******.
Eloi
My father is dead sweetie. You know not who I am. I hope you can just find some peace.
Susanna Berlinski
Your personal problems should remain personal. Stop messaging me. I have no interest in fixing your wretched life.
Eloi
Let me fix yours then
Eloi
You clearly have some issues
I
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.
Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,
Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,
Is music. It is like the strain
Waked in the elders by Susanna;
Of a green evening, clear and warm,
She bathed in her still garden, while
The red-eyed elders, watching, felt
The basses of their beings throb
In witching chords, and their thin blood
Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna.
II
In the green water, clear and warm,
Susanna lay.
She searched
The touch of springs,
And found
Concealed imaginings.
She sighed,
For so much melody.
Upon the bank, she stood
In the cool
Of spent emotions.
She felt, among the leaves,
The dew
Of old devotions.
She walked upon the grass,
Still quavering.
The winds were like her maids,
On timid feet,
Fetching her woven scarves,
Yet wavering.
A breath upon her hand
Muted the night.
She turned--
A cymbal crashed,
Amid roaring horns.
III
Soon, with a noise like tambourines,
Came her attendant Byzantines.
They wondered why Susanna cried
Against the elders by her side;
And as they whispered, the refrain
Was like a willow swept by rain.
Anon, their lamps' uplifted flame
Revealed Susanna and her shame.
And then, the simpering Byzantines
Fled, with a noise like tambourines.
IV
Beauty is momentary in the mind--
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.
The body dies; the body's beauty lives.
So evenings die, in their green going,
A wave, interminably flowing.
So gardens die, their meek breath scenting
The cowl of winter, done repenting.
So maidens die, to the auroral
Celebration of a maiden's choral.
Susanna's music touched the ***** strings
Of those white elders; but, escaping,
Left only Death's ironic scraping.
Now, in its immortality, it plays
On the clear viol of her memory,
And makes a constant sacrament of praise.
Just as my fingers on these keys
Make music, so the self-same sounds
On my spirit make a music, too.
Music is feeling, then, not sound;
And thus it is that what I feel,
Here in this room, desiring you,
Thinking of your blue-shadowed silk,
Is music. It is like the strain
Waked in the elders by Susanna;
Of a green evening, clear and warm,
She bathed in her still garden, while
The red-eyed elders, watching, felt
The basses of their beings throb
In witching chords, and their thin blood
Pulse pizzicati of Hosanna.
II
In the green water, clear and warm,
Susanna lay.
She searched
The touch of springs,
And found
Concealed imaginings.
She sighed,
For so much melody.
Upon the bank, she stood
In the cool
Of spent emotions.
She felt, among the leaves,
The dew
Of old devotions.
She walked upon the grass,
Still quavering.
The winds were like her maids,
On timid feet,
Fetching her woven scarves,
Yet wavering.
A breath upon her hand
Muted the night.
She turned--
A cymbal crashed,
Amid roaring horns.
III
Soon, with a noise like tambourines,
Came her attendant Byzantines.
They wondered why Susanna cried
Against the elders by her side;
And as they whispered, the refrain
Was like a willow swept by rain.
Anon, their lamps' uplifted flame
Revealed Susanna and her shame.
And then, the simpering Byzantines
Fled, with a noise like tambourines.
IV
Beauty is momentary in the mind--
The fitful tracing of a portal;
But in the flesh it is immortal.
The body dies; the body's beauty lives.
So evenings die, in their green going,
A wave, interminably flowing.
So gardens die, their meek breath scenting
The cowl of winter, done repenting.
So maidens die, to the auroral
Celebration of a maiden's choral.
Susanna's music touched the ***** strings
Of those white elders; but, escaping,
Left only Death's ironic scraping.
Now, in its immortality, it plays
On the clear viol of her memory,
And makes a constant sacrament of praise.
Stephen Collins Foster Oct 2010
Oh! Susanna
1 I came from Alabama
2 wid my ban jo on my knee,
3 I'm g'wan to Louisiana,
4 My true love for to see,
6 It raind all night the day I left
7 The weather it was dry,
8 The sun so hot I frose to death
9 Susanna dont you cry.
10 [Chorus] Oh! Susanna Oh! dont you cry for me
11 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee.
12 [Solo] I jumped aboard de telegraph,
13 And trabbelled down de riber,
14 De Lectric fluid magnified,
15 And Killed five Hundred ******
16 De bullgine buste, de horse run off,
17 I realy thought I'd die;
18 I shut my eyes to hold my breath,
19 Susana, dont you cry.
20 [Chorus] Oh! Susana Oh! dont you cry for me
21 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee.
22 [Solo] I had a dream de odder night,
23 When ebery ting was still;
24 I thought I saw Susana,
25 A coming down de hill.
26 The buckwheat cake war in her mouth,
27 The tear was in her eye,
28 Says I, im coming from de South,
29 Susana, dont you cry.
30 [Chorus] Oh! Susana Oh! dont you cry for me
31 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee.
32 [Solo] I soon will be in New Orleans,
33 And den I'll look all round,
34 And when I find Susana,
35 I'll fall upon the ground.
36 But if I do not find her,
37 Dis ****** 'l surely die,
38 And when I'm dead and buried,
39 Susana, dont you cry.
40 [Chorus] Oh! Susana Oh! dont you cry for me
41 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee.
2 wid my ban jo on my knee,
3 I'm g'wan to Louisiana,
4 My true love for to see,
6 It raind all night the day I left
7 The weather it was dry,
8 The sun so hot I frose to death
9 Susanna dont you cry.
10 [Chorus] Oh! Susanna Oh! dont you cry for me
11 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee.
12 [Solo] I jumped aboard de telegraph,
13 And trabbelled down de riber,
14 De Lectric fluid magnified,
15 And Killed five Hundred ******
16 De bullgine buste, de horse run off,
17 I realy thought I'd die;
18 I shut my eyes to hold my breath,
19 Susana, dont you cry.
20 [Chorus] Oh! Susana Oh! dont you cry for me
21 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee.
22 [Solo] I had a dream de odder night,
23 When ebery ting was still;
24 I thought I saw Susana,
25 A coming down de hill.
26 The buckwheat cake war in her mouth,
27 The tear was in her eye,
28 Says I, im coming from de South,
29 Susana, dont you cry.
30 [Chorus] Oh! Susana Oh! dont you cry for me
31 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee.
32 [Solo] I soon will be in New Orleans,
33 And den I'll look all round,
34 And when I find Susana,
35 I'll fall upon the ground.
36 But if I do not find her,
37 Dis ****** 'l surely die,
38 And when I'm dead and buried,
39 Susana, dont you cry.
40 [Chorus] Oh! Susana Oh! dont you cry for me
41 I've come from Alabama wid mi ban jo on my knee.