Bachus31 Aug 2002

he happens to be breaking through the normal stances of writing and conveying certain thoughts..how about you? stick to your 'reading' of poetry open mic to a crowd of ten.. poetry that you have to memorize for dayd ahead of time if it's new the others you know by heart, but you NEVER CHANGE ANYTHING..it's the same old show, over and over and god forbid if you forget a line on stage cuz then we have to hear you appologize and try to go through the whole piece again, FUCK! why? because you can't improvise (it's so much sexier and creatively inspiring to fly by the seat of your pants)you never could and you never will, you need to go 'read' poetry with babbit in the woods, and keep teaching the young ones here the beauty of the ruby warbler, and let your little bros handle the improv madness..."one eyed croissant butterer/" a penis...duh..nevermind...you are getting slow in your old age...this is clearly four seperate pieces that work off of eachother in a very accessable manner...i..unlike you, have developed a 'new way' to edit, write, and mix my old with my new and collage it with anything i can grab, media, commercials whatever...what do you do, ah yes the same old same old....boring...way to push the envelope..here you preach about the spoken and written word as if you truly grasp the meaning behind god speaking life into us, yet you fail to deliver anything other than lusty little girl daddy praising drivel with a ufo inbetween...wow the majestic twelve..project blue bird, red cell, it's all the same.. and the truth is none of us here will or can do anything about it but go wow, she's cool..she knows...what? could you go up in front of an audience and speak proficiently about the topic in a three part series wrapping it up with a standing o at the end without memorizing your speach? no, some have to prepar...others are always prepared..lighten up to open up..their is no formula to great writing only the need to write, you once told me that...now what. you sand bag..whatever! and of course it's iconoclastic masturbation, that's the fucking title for christ's sake...the whole thing is about, religious symbolism and sex and love and the rituals involved with them...b-days, weddings...sunday school..etc...i'm realy worried about you! what have you been reading civil war poetry again in your bath tub...cuz wow your poetry these days are so risky..geez...red shoes flyingblah blah red birds dying blee blee...hidden agendas we have no connection to other then the grand fascade blah blah he fucks her blee blee where daddy go bla...i mean who in the fuck are you trying to impress yourself? here you praise the works of writers like rimbaud, joyce and so on.sexton they all developed a language and style that was their own...what have you developed, ah yes another red bird poem...babbits waiting in the woods,have fun...i'm off to discover new territories in writing, new layers to purge...see you under the spruce with babbit...i'll be the man on the moon....<brought to you by crowley's "the book of the law", have you got your nut today, and photo hack the quickest way to develop your memorys> lol!have fun with your originality.