Divisions and Precisions

It's poetry time with Brand

It's poetry time with Brand and Laura and Lisa!

Ruth says "Oh yeah, she's one bright star there in the sky."
Ruth says "In that not really, that was just a joke sort of way."
The Seed says "In that "Bright Star, I'm glad I'm not as fuck stupid as you are" type way?"
The Seed makes with the Keats quoting.
Ruth can't say as she read the Keats poem with 'Fuck' in it.
Fate corrects: "fuck stupid".
The Seed says "Oh all his poems have "fuck" in it -- just that the censors of his day took them out. You have to get the originals to see the fucking."
Ruth says "Isn't that always the way it is."
The Seed says "Like, "A thing of beauty is a fucking joy forever, it's fucking loveliness doth forever fucking increase...""
The Seed says "Or, "That wast not born for death immortal bird, No fucking generations fuck you down...""
The Seed says "And my personal favorite, "Silence and Fucking Time.""
Fate laughs at Ruth. :)
Ruth laughs at Silence and Fucking Time, personally. ;)
The Seed says "Yeats too liked the word Fuck. Something I plan to show when playing William."
The Seed says "Come away, oh fucking child, to the waters and the wild. With a faerie hand in hand, to a world more full of fucking than you can understand."
Ruth says "Fucking child and faerie hand in hand just dredge up all the wrong pictures."
Fate nods sagely, "Obviously, he was familiar with MUSH faeries."

The Seed says "Things fall apart, the center cannot hold/Mere fucking is unleashed upon the world/The blood dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is fucked/The best lack all fucking conviction, while the worst fuck each other a lot."