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Re: Just for fun: What Is Your Hidden "Signature Name"?
Just back from a week in Brussels. Washed a lot mussels down with Duvel (nudge-nudge-wink-wink!) beer.So here's a bit from a Brel song:Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s'épousent-ils pas?
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"Et quand vient le soir" = Tristan Dino L'EvequeA lovely, poignant song.And speaking of "do not leave me"... I was wondering where you'd gone off to, Pavlos! Trust me to pick a week to return when you're away. :(Hope you had a great time! Oh, and -- HEY! You should be 'gramming yourself. You're the one 'n' only Anagram King. :)-- Nanaea
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Really, the timing was somewhat off sis :) I only hope you stick around more, or at least make more regular appearances; we may be trying to act cool, but our withdrawal symptoms are horrendous!
Brussels is a beautiful city, bad rap notwithstanding. Incredibly, it was sunny -- a pleasant change after 17 consecutive days of Athens rain. Though mainly on business, I did play some fun hookey. Visited a gallery you would have loved: a Belgian artist who paints dog (mostly terrier) faces on original 19th century portraits of members of the nobility. It was a howl :)
P.S. I may be king, but you rool!!!
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My turn!Find me a name, Pavlos! :)THE SECOND COMING
W. B. YeatsTurning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
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Woa, I should read more Yeats!
Here's a first attempt:
"And what rough beast, its hour come..."
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Demonica Ashtoreth Turboshag-Wu"Demonica Ashtoreth" is self-explanatory. Interpreting "Turboshag-Wu", however, is subject to the beholder's vagaries:)
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Oooo, it's PERFECT! Fits me to a "T"! :)
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I'm grad you enjoyed it :) Here are the "Turboshag-Wu" alternatives I had up my sleeve, in case you were not happy:
# War Bugsthou
# Tuwa Hogrubs
# Wartbug Hous
# Sugarbut How
# Toughsaw Rub
# Boguswar Hut
# Ua Bugsworth
# Baugusworth
# Rawbugs Thou
# Whatsour Bug
# Boughtus War
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I like this one best! :)
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