Of course words matter. Of course we must choose carefully.

--Bret Lott

[DR]

Grand Marquis Coterie Approved Halloween Poetry (tm)

One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.

Far safer, of a midnight meeting
External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.

Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
In lonesome place.

Ourself, behind ourself concealed,
Should startle most;
Assassin, hid in our apartment,
Be horror's least.

The prudent carries a revolver,
He bolts the door,
O'erlooking a superior spectre
More near.

~Emily Dickinson

6. I heard Plath dressed up in gauze:
"out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air."

7. fried green tomatoes, the actual, not the movie.

8. don the prostitute

9. Out me pour
and over me tip shout
me hear
up steamed
all get
I when spout my
is here
handle my
is here
stout and short pot
tea little a
am I.

10. "the box is only temporary"

The Grand Marquis Coterie: Who? What? Where? When? How?

All that anyone needs to know is that the Grand Marquis Coterie--comprised of founders and current Category 1 members Laura Modigliani, Gregory Crosby, Regan "Bring the Pain" Lothes, and Danny Rivera--is interested in the following:

1. The Grand Marquis, the nameplate given to the vehicle produced by the "Mercury" division of Ford Motor Company, which has been described as "a slightly more luxurious version of the Ford Crown Victoria."

In other words, it is the Chariot of the Gods.

2. Dinosaur BBQ--because every coterie should have an excuse to eat ribs without the use of a bib or other somesuch stain-deterrent.

3. Words. We like words. Big words, little words. Words with colors that pop! and words that sound as they they have been translated from the Klingon. It's all good and part of the game. Also, jokes referring to Category 1 member Rivera as "leetle, leetle man!"

4. There should be something about drinking here.

5. Did somebody say Jonathan Franzen?

(Kindly note that this description of the GMC [in all of its sloppy, deranged glory] is subject to review and subsequent deletion by Category 1 members [though not without approval of the Primordial Council, the GMC's governing body, to which all sacrifices of Courvosier, Monopoly money, and high-grade plasma are made [in concordance with Section 1F of the by-laws].)