lumpenproletariat

Patron Saint of Parties, this should be interesting

Hapyy Bday Wyv

stirring the pot, is my comment...

*stands beside Peredhil and Zool*

*lumpen greets the one that many should know better, should he choose to say his UBB name

Ps. G'Day ethics, frostys dead now

I've bamboozled myself

The first meaning I was trying to convey was a general comment on life, always someone that has one up on you, etc, and maybe even to an extent from the point of view of a new writer...I certainly remember feeling this way when I first started posting on the archmage UBBs, the big names I saw floating around, names that I now consider friends...

Theres another meaning though, one which I won't share, heh.

Congratulations to all those promoted, sorry we made you wait so long

I gave up these particular debates a long time ago

You'll never know the answer, ever. Why bother with all the frustration?

...tried to do sensibly...

Trees deep down below

Devoid of light.

They struggle to grow

Second in the fight.

This you shall need

Luck of the fall

Heed the detail.

Don't miss the call

For the fight will fail.

Follow the lead

Never unseen

Often observed.

Always been

Undisturbed.

Absence of greed

Mature.

Limb.

Endure

Kin.

Drop your seed

Join the fight.

I like the repetition of previous statements in the last two lines...makes me read it over and over, thouroughly up to your usual high standard Tralla =)

when I got my computer, I totally changed, to using it to write...

as such my typing has degraded to a point where I need speed over correction of simple typos...

/me sighs

I have to agree with both of Falcons comments

It did make me think, and I must confess to liking poems that don't overuse rhyming, and, the last verse makes me feel good - what I'd like to say to a lot of people I know, Adults and peers inclusive

*makes a mental vow to read more poetry, especially good poetry*

*worries for Gwai*

*prods Aardvark to apply*

Even though you're australian, you're too good to not join!

waiting your next glimpse into a tiny portion of a unique world...

. . .

I read the question, and thought that I'd have a large list...

surprsisingly, none come to mind - maybe my reading selection isn't broad enough

I agree with you first paragraph Cyril , it did go over the top in places, but, it was at the urgence of the teacher that I was doing that

Thank you immensly for the honest reply though

I dredged this up while searching, and thought I'd put it here for you to read...written for the category of highly descriptive writing...

As I removed myself from the plush leather seat, the sun faded peach color reminded me of an early evening sunset. I tilted my head curiously at the much worn seam that ran along the side of the seat, and I trailed my hand over it, it felt new, but my other senses belied my soft touch, as I could tell it was merely past its prime.

My firm, protective rubber sole made no noise as it touched the sealed smoothness of the sidewalk, and yet, in stark contrast when I moved onto the pebble laid path, my first step on the church properties, the crunch underneath my shoe reminded me of childhood car rides on gravel roads. The lush open scenery, being free of the cities harsh cramped reality. Then, the next crunch brought me back to that reality, and I continued my short journey to the front of the church.

It was almost as if I smelt something acrid in the air, and that pulled my head up, but that was inconsequential, as I still did look to my right, and I saw the church cemetery. It barely registered in my head that the repetitive crunch of steps had stopped, as I stood frozen, looking, pondering about the long gone. The air above the tombstones seemed to thicken, and seem deeply darker somehow. The spirits of people, only left to be remembered, it was as if they there, to see why all these living people were gathered. I forced myself to cut the hypnotic stare with a definite blink, and swung my head the other way. I was taken aback. Before me, in what seemed a perfect paradise, were the church gardens. I did notice that the immaculately green grass was unspoiled by weeds, and each pansy, pagonia and perfect lily were flat white, as if they had been synchronised for the wedding. The named flowers were dotted along the edge of the grass, leaving a sizeable flat area for no predestined use. However, going against that fate, the younger delegates of the wedding had turned to playing on this verdant grass.

As they played without care, the dresses and suits caught my eye. They seemed out of place on children, too big for bodies that are too small. So instead I looked to the people filing out of cars behind me, and those that were assembling in front of me. The suits looked fresh and crisp, like how the air smells early on a cloudless morning. They made my eyes my cold, and new, like the first deep breath of morning air. I knew those suits only came out on special occasions, I knew because my suit rarely left its pristine plastic covering too. I grasped the collar of the suit in fist, and the velvet seemed to crush below grip, just as a fallen autumn leave would. I pulled the soft fabric up to my nose and inhaled, the smell of washing power infiltrated my nose, definitely a barely used suit I thought to myself. Opposite to this, the bridesmaid dresses seemed to… fit in place somehow. They looked as if they could always be worn, and had always been worn. They did not have the harsh crispness of the popular black and white suit, but the refreshing purple was neither old nor soft, it was perfect harmony.

I took more steps forward while thinking about clothing, but before much time had passed I was forced to look up again to check my bearings. Before I knew it, I was nodding in appreciation at the huge heavyset wooden doors. The carvings on each were as lifelike as the young man standing next to me. The large cross, that would only be complete if both doors were fully shut, flooded my mind with old memories of Sunday school, and church sermons. I passed through the doorframe, easily twice as high as myself at its highest point, and as I turned to look back, I also looked up. I saw what I had failed to notice from outside – a huge stained glass window. It pictured a huge large-than-life saint, my Sunday school memories too poor to put a name to a face. I circled my gaze clockwise, and was greeted by a plentitude of more figures, each immortally cast in glass, until I reached the predominant window, that of the picture of Christ above and back from the altar. That particular window was a symphony of colors, and looking at it made me feel different somehow, more vulnerable, as fragile as glass.

People were beginning to find their seat numbers, and sitting, all expertly choreographed weeks before so there would be no empty wooden seats, barring emergencies. With the silent final rush of people coming though the doors, I instinctively switched back to thinking about the looming few hours, the proverbial butterflies were merciless in their destruction of my stomach as I made haste up the isle. I didn’t even have time to notice the hardwood floor, except to think the lush varnished colour indicated Kauri – meaning this was a very old church in relative terms. I quickly offered greetings and thanks to my close friends and family that were at the altar with me, and I exchanged a nervous glance with my best man, having it returned in kind did nothing to help my woeful butterflies. What seemed like suddenly, the bride music started playing, its soft chorus seemed to lift my feelings, the familiar tune making me more relaxed. I couldn’t help but smile.

I got 11/20 for being too descriptive...go figure <_<

Its Zadowns birthday

happy birthday, EQ addict ;P

ps. get drunk.

You'd have to ask someone else for uniqueness or rarity on lumpen...

I am myself, if I need a character for a roleplay, I'd usually create one, sometimes it happens that lumpen is molded to those needs, other times I'd rather go with something else.

lumpenproletariat is..no one

The person above me has an amazing ability to regenerate his own ears...

there are trees, but no leaves

hehe, keep going if you have patience

no inspiration = bad medicine

Welcome Zool, Vlad and Zadown

hehe, for the rest, keep trying, itll dawn on you and then you'll kick yourself cos its so easy

Welcome Zool, Yui, Rune and Deg

Keep trying rev

At least two, Zool and Vlad

can't tell if youve got it from only one (though its likely you have)

Welcome Peredhil, Gwaihir, Kasmandre

Rune, keep trying, hehe, its so easy, when you understand, you'll know what I mean

*lumpen hmphs at being tricked and gives Imposter two shots of whiskey

Welcome, imposter

-Lumpen

underestimatin's my game