Ghost writers in the sky !


An old niche writer went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed partners he saw
Come rushin' through the ragged skies and up his cloudy draws.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost writers in the sky

His hands were still on fire and his drink of lemon peel
His corns were black and shiny but their hot breath you could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the other writers coming hard... and he heard their mournful
cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost writers in the sky.

His face is gaunt his eyes were blurred his shirts all soaked with
sweat
They're writing hard to catch that nerd but they 'aint caught him yet
'cause they've got to write forever in the range up in the sky
On keyboards snorting fire as they write on he hears them cry

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost writers in the sky.

The writers leaned on by him he heard one call his name,
If you want to save your soul from hell a writing on our range
Then writer-boy change your ways today or with us you will ride
Tryin' to catch a devil nerd.... a-cross these endless skies.

Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost writers in the sky.
Ghost writers in the sky.
Ghost writers in the sky.

Goodness me, Scout, are the lowering NY winter skies numbing your
faculties? Usenet, from which nothing ever disappears, IS the
new log. The world can know and judge one instantaneously.
Though I admit: the world's instantaneous response can also give
one cause to become posthumous.

Scout wrote:
snip The
captain's ownership of a computer and the incessant posting here would have
HDT spinning in his grave with Bwahaha's. Instead, Henry might say, jot your
bits of wit and philosophy down in a log, and let the world know and judge
you posthumously.
Scout

--
Flying Tadpole

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More like Quasimodo....

"Scout" wrote in message
...
I think he is more like a Don Quixote gone wrong.
Scout

"Gilligan" wrote in message
ink.net...
The good Capt's fine blue water cruiser is simply a means to an end, not
the
end itself. The good Capt's posts should be judged on content. They are
congruent with Thoreau's writings. His method is much simpler, for it
consumes no paper, no middle man as did Thoreau's books. Thoreau did not
make his shovels,axes, etc.
Capt Neal is no slave to his property, his property offers no burden, for
it
is an extension of him.

"Flying Tadpole" wrote
[snip]
The world can know and judge one instantaneously.

and that's the pity of it!
Scout

The good Capt is quite nicely embodied in the spirit of Don Quixote
especially as we near the 400th anniversary of such fine literature.

Despite the worn out horse and the tattered clothes he carried himself with
the air of nobility and the duty to serve the down trodden and fight evil.

Yes, we can find the good Capt in all that Don Quixote, Cyrano and Thoreau
represent! All principled men who pursued ideals and judged themselves by
their own standards.

You are all jealous of that spirit which is his and could have been yours.

Ay, and then?. . .
Seek a protector, choose a patron out,
And like the crawling ivy round a tree
That licks the bark to gain the trunk's support,
Climb high by creeping ruse instead of force?
No, grammercy! What! I, like all the rest
Dedicate verse to bankers?--play buffoon
In cringing hope to see, at last, a smile
Not disapproving, on a patron's lips?
Grammercy, no! What! learn to swallow toads?
--With frame aweary climbing stairs?--a skin
Grown grimed and horny,--here, about the knees?
And, acrobat-like, teach my back to bend?--
No, grammercy! Or,--double-faced and sly--
Run with the hare, while hunting with the hounds;
And, oily-tongued, to win the oil of praise,
Flatter the great man to his very nose?
No, grammercy! Steal soft from lap to lap,
--A little great man in a circle small,
Or navigate, with madrigals for sails,
Blown gently windward by old ladies' sighs?
No, grammercy! Bribe kindly editors
To spread abroad my verses? Grammercy!
Or try to be elected as the pope
Of tavern-councils held by imbeciles?
No, grammercy! Toil to gain reputation
By one small sonnet, 'stead of making many?
No, grammercy! Or flatter sorry bunglers?
Be terrorized by every prating paper?
Say ceaselessly, 'Oh, had I but the chance
Of a fair notice in the "Mercury"!'
Grammercy, no! Grow pale, fear, calculate?
Prefer to make a visit to a rhyme?
Seek introductions, draw petitions up?
No, grammercy! and no! and no again! But--sing?
Dream, laugh, go lightly, solitary, free,
With eyes that look straight forward--fearless voice!
To cock your beaver just the way you choose,--
For 'yes' or 'no' show fight, or turn a rhyme!
--To work without one thought of gain or fame,
To realize that journey to the moon!
Never to pen a line that has not sprung
Straight from the heart within. Embracing then
Modesty, say to oneself, 'Good my friend,
Be thou content with flowers,--fruit,--nay, leaves,
But pluck them from no garden but thine own!'
And then, if glory come by chance your way,
To pay no tribute unto Caesar, none,
But keep the merit all your own! In short,
Disdaining tendrils of the parasite,
To be content, if neither oak nor elm--
Not to mount high, perchance, but mount alone!

Gilligan



"gonefishiing" wrote in message
...
Scout,
you beat me too it by a few milli-seconds.

the comparision to cervante is perhaps very close to neal's presentation
of
the world.
complete with a worn out horse (a coronado 27), his very own Panza
(gilligan), and apparently his own Dulcinea de Tobosa (by his
account......in fact many)...... .....and then of course the tilting at
windmills (not even world class sailors can compare to his (mis)adventures
aboard his fine yacht).

as i see it there are really only 2 possiblities for neal.
as you imply, he may simply be incredibily stupid .
yet something tells me otherwise:
more than likely this kind of complete stupidty and (dis)illusioned
behavior
cannot occur without real effort and genius.

...........although there are some here that genuinely come close.
very close.

gf.







"Scout" wrote in message
...
I think he is more like a Don Quixote gone wrong.
Scout

Scout wrote:
"Flying Tadpole" wrote
[snip]

The world can know and judge one instantaneously.


and that's the pity of it!
Scout


There IS no pity.
There IS no justice.

--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
http://www.ace.net.au/schooner/sbhome.htm
http://music.download.com/internetopera
http://music.download.com/timfatchen

you left out the part about "Don Quixote, gone wrong"

This particular personality is mean spirited, selfish, misogynistic, racist,
ostensibly mis-informed, over-reactive, defensive, insecure, and worst of
all, cowardly. He is nothing more than a blustering hot wind. He is not Don
Quixote afterall, he is the Cowardly Lion!

He is an invention, a cathartic adventure for some other here whose monogram
is a paper thin mask of civility.
Scout


"Gilligan" wrote in message
nk.net...
The good Capt is quite nicely embodied in the spirit of Don Quixote
especially as we near the 400th anniversary of such fine literature.

Despite the worn out horse and the tattered clothes he carried himself
with
the air of nobility and the duty to serve the down trodden and fight evil.

Yes, we can find the good Capt in all that Don Quixote, Cyrano and Thoreau
represent! All principled men who pursued ideals and judged themselves by
their own standards.

You are all jealous of that spirit which is his and could have been yours.

Ay, and then?. . .
Seek a protector, choose a patron out,
And like the crawling ivy round a tree
That licks the bark to gain the trunk's support,
Climb high by creeping ruse instead of force?
No, grammercy! What! I, like all the rest
Dedicate verse to bankers?--play buffoon
In cringing hope to see, at last, a smile
Not disapproving, on a patron's lips?
Grammercy, no! What! learn to swallow toads?
--With frame aweary climbing stairs?--a skin
Grown grimed and horny,--here, about the knees?
And, acrobat-like, teach my back to bend?--
No, grammercy! Or,--double-faced and sly--
Run with the hare, while hunting with the hounds;
And, oily-tongued, to win the oil of praise,
Flatter the great man to his very nose?
No, grammercy! Steal soft from lap to lap,
--A little great man in a circle small,
Or navigate, with madrigals for sails,
Blown gently windward by old ladies' sighs?
No, grammercy! Bribe kindly editors
To spread abroad my verses? Grammercy!
Or try to be elected as the pope
Of tavern-councils held by imbeciles?
No, grammercy! Toil to gain reputation
By one small sonnet, 'stead of making many?
No, grammercy! Or flatter sorry bunglers?
Be terrorized by every prating paper?
Say ceaselessly, 'Oh, had I but the chance
Of a fair notice in the "Mercury"!'
Grammercy, no! Grow pale, fear, calculate?
Prefer to make a visit to a rhyme?
Seek introductions, draw petitions up?
No, grammercy! and no! and no again! But--sing?
Dream, laugh, go lightly, solitary, free,
With eyes that look straight forward--fearless voice!
To cock your beaver just the way you choose,--
For 'yes' or 'no' show fight, or turn a rhyme!
--To work without one thought of gain or fame,
To realize that journey to the moon!
Never to pen a line that has not sprung
Straight from the heart within. Embracing then
Modesty, say to oneself, 'Good my friend,
Be thou content with flowers,--fruit,--nay, leaves,
But pluck them from no garden but thine own!'
And then, if glory come by chance your way,
To pay no tribute unto Caesar, none,
But keep the merit all your own! In short,
Disdaining tendrils of the parasite,
To be content, if neither oak nor elm--
Not to mount high, perchance, but mount alone!

Gilligan



"gonefishiing" wrote in message
...
Scout,
you beat me too it by a few milli-seconds.

the comparision to cervante is perhaps very close to neal's presentation
of
the world.
complete with a worn out horse (a coronado 27), his very own Panza
(gilligan), and apparently his own Dulcinea de Tobosa (by his
account......in fact many)...... .....and then of course the tilting at
windmills (not even world class sailors can compare to his
(mis)adventures
aboard his fine yacht).

as i see it there are really only 2 possiblities for neal.
as you imply, he may simply be incredibily stupid .
yet something tells me otherwise:
more than likely this kind of complete stupidty and (dis)illusioned
behavior
cannot occur without real effort and genius.

...........although there are some here that genuinely come close.
very close.

gf.







"Scout" wrote in message
...
I think he is more like a Don Quixote gone wrong.
Scout

"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...
Scout wrote:
"Flying Tadpole" wrote
[snip]

The world can know and judge one instantaneously.


and that's the pity of it!
Scout

There IS no pity.
There IS no justice.

I refuse to believe that you believe that!
I have seen pity on this very site! I have felt pity here as well.
As for justice ~ it is merely the last course at a fine banquet.
Scout

Scout wrote:
you left out the part about "Don Quixote, gone wrong"

This particular personality is mean spirited, selfish, misogynistic, racist,
ostensibly mis-informed, over-reactive, defensive, insecure, and worst of
all, cowardly. He is nothing more than a blustering hot wind. He is not Don
Quixote afterall, he is the Cowardly Lion!

He is an invention, a cathartic adventure for some other here whose monogram
is a paper thin mask of civility.
Scout

Name them!! Name them!!
--
Salem Tadpole

-------------------------
http://www.ace.net.au/schooner
http://music.download.com/internetopera

Scout wrote:
"Flying Tadpole" wrote in message
...

Scout wrote:

"Flying Tadpole" wrote
[snip]


The world can know and judge one instantaneously.


and that's the pity of it!
Scout

There IS no pity.
There IS no justice.


I refuse to believe that you believe that!
I have seen pity on this very site! I have felt pity here as well.
As for justice ~ it is merely the last course at a fine banquet.
Scout



I have seen pitiful things on this very site, true...
--
Flying Tadpole

-------------------------
http://www.ace.net.au/schooner
http://music.download.com/internetopera