Samuel Taylor Coleridge, for one

The poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge;:

'via Blog this'

Specimens of the table talk of the late Samuel ...

Specimens of the table talk of the late Samuel ...:

'via Blog this'

We'll find you're poem momentarily. (You actually haven't written The Rain Song in quite a while either-hang on)

Donna took me to another movie.THE VOW - Official Trailer - In Theaters Valentine's Day 2012

The reason I haven't blogged about the film yet, is that the minute we got back to her apartment we made love, and then took a shower together before dinner. I reminded her that it could be spontaneous after we had finished.
I bowed my head to avert looking at the screen during the Titanic Trailer. I had brought Donna a rose this morning, we went to lunch, where she reminded me that it was my second hot pastrami in more than a quarter century and then we went for coffee in Harvard Square- I was thinking that if we were going to do something, or anything, that we couldn't afford financially, a rose would settle it and be a nice touch.
I had mentioned that I was on paper retracting any marriage proposal and then when we were in the shower we remembered that it was there that I had first thought would be suitable place to do that very thing and she said that she again would accept, which includes live together now.
The film uses art as the thematic, or as theme centered plot, which is enjoyable for its own sake. There is a high contrast scene where the artist uses white canvass and the light washes over the room, which might pertain to the main character's mentioning "competing light"

In regard to the previous blog entry and my promise this morning to write Donna a love letter, the nicest part of this evening may have been saying, "You look nice" in the Square,
(Hollyoke-Porcelain). The "undisclosed thing" would be that I was in the bathroom and she undressed to weigh herself (clothes=pounds) and after thinking that I felt like joking I realized I didn't and to be honest with you, I usually don't. I got into a kneeling position while she stepping off the scale and kissed her untill she sat on the bed.

Can I latter offer a fictional love letter in an attempt to search for epistolary form? I would prefer that as a short story in epistolary form, it would be a chapter that could be included in a first or third person novel. Or of course as a first and third person alternation
novel chapter.

Scott Lord

Scott Lord

Valentine's Day Week- I concede the tiff. Donna said I Love You. Love Letter to Follow.

I have already begun celebrating Valentine's Day with Donna and Pinky (Pinky parentheses the pink stuffed animal Valentine's Day bear that is holding a heart).
I went out in the cold to bring her home a bagel (cheese bagel, I believe) and coffee and her mother was screaming at her about money or something other than money really. I just left a message of apology for any child abuse involved in the matter- any ever- and any lack of sensitivity on my part.
{I'll concede and tuck my high school copy of Marriage and Morals (unnamed British author) into my independent non-pass.}
What she does know is that I had to retract any proposal of marriage, and that was worded as for no reason given and for an indefinite time period- technically she knows that I have been common law before and why debate the Christ.

Before that- we had exceedingly tentative plans to see the film The Vow together, which could have been for yesterday had they not been ruined. It is not surprising that I'm combining her birthday with Valentines. In all probability, I usually have taken the two holidays of two months together with one woman if they are celebrated at all.

She has a lover's joke about when our noses meet when we are kissing about Pinnochio, its teasing in a loving way. Well, Jimminy Crickets, Donna, I would be kissing you without a conscience.
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Donna- please wait for a love letter. Scott

Donna gave me Son of Dracula and all six Inner Sanctum films

Donna gave me a copy of Son of Dracula in which Lon Chaney stars with Evelyn Ankers and Louise Allbritton and then a week later added copies of all six Inner Sanctum Mysteries. I listen to a radio version of the Inner Sanctum every night or substitute with another "Old Time Radio Mystery", like Weird Circle, or the CBS Radio Mystery Theater.

Today I was watching.

Scott Lord Silent Film

The Skin of My Teeth- waiting for Donna

Again, its the weekend and I'm hurriedly writing in a coffee shop in downtown Boston. Sometimes a paragraph of fiction comes in a flash, conceivably in either first person or third. I just brought Donna a coffee and kissed her before her class and realized I don't have time to edit or revise fiction as well as blog. She has bought me many coffees, so I told her there was no time to discuss money and that I just got her a coffee- a kiss would suffice.
Quick paragraph of fiction in first person:

I don't entirely have to accept God, what I have to accept, within the principles of love and romance, is that, if this morning I heard her on the phone while we were getting dressed and while she was sincerely trying to make up for any lack in our relationship, the fact is I can be considerate about things, and if my father in law was yelling at the woman when I was in no need of a divorce then time went by, and after we separated he apparently passed away; I avoid dwelling on anything I might be reminded of now. Now I can accept an awkward morning without the comparison, whether or not her father too could be a little more soft spoken. She wasn't feeling well yesterday.

That's the fiction that really doesn't have a steady ongoing novel to be "interjected" into at the moment. I might have enough time for a cigarette during coffee but barely enough to look through books on art, read film reviews, or look for poetry about which I would be blogging.
Allow me to see what I have left over in the computer for miscellaneous photos or posters.