god'swife
on insomnia by Bill Z Bub
14 Jan 2003, 4:13 PM
Our bodies shall meet over such a dish.
"Her crimson scythe of violence" you always make me chuckle uncontrolably
you are a total romantic softy. You must of read this outloud and known these guys were going to tear you up on this piece? It's to big of a target not to.
Wow. Just, wow.
roll with it, man
jesus. you didn't.
also weedy.
k its aight but um im not understading it very much sorry bout dat but oh well its all good right u still get pts
DAMN not bad i really like dis poem its pretty good as a matter a fact dis does deserve high pts
DAMN DIS IS WELL WRITTEN POEM NO DOUBT OF A 10 IF I COULD I WILL GO HIGHER BUT I CANT SORRY
Funny, I find (deep-throated) obscene. but not (whore). I think you could kick this up to classy if you wanted. 2 dings
Middle school genius.
TOO fun. WAAAAAAAY too fun.
Oh shut up.
Get rid of the exclamation mark. Otherwise lovely.
You keep writing things I wish I'd written. Stop it, damn you. Again, shades upon shades of Guillevic.
You should go away and menstruate more often. And put my poem back up. I do not have a copy. I need a memory of our fling.
The first sentence reminded me of this horrid children's book my daughter loves.
"Cautiously, the zebra wanders across the plain
Playfully, the giraffes dance and play in the water
Determinedly, the cheetah seeks his prey."
AAAHHHHH
Not to say this poem is horrid, it is just all about god this and not god that and after awhile the spiritual quest or the finding of comfort in the lack of spiritual quest is tiresome. Of course, every writer goes through it at some point. It was just the starting sentence, the adverbial clause, reminding me of that horrid book where the clauses fill each page, and the pictures cannot ease the pain of hearing my voice read those sentences. The horror. Sorry. Carry on.
Auster and Levertov, in my opinion, are his best translators. Of course, you can read him native. Quite interesting. Was this a quicke, or written over the study break?
Hate the titled. Mrs. Folgers and all that. We share a word. Weren't you once some other name?