Christof
on some deleted poem
21 Aug 2002, 3:21 AM
OK, that's fine. The explanation is good, that's what I need! Point taken, and I shall concentrate on some god-like genius stuff....
Well, I'm sorry you didn't like it, but as for the not being an island, bourne stuff...have you never read John Donne? And the Shakespeare reference is deliberate. And and and.... And criticism is fine, but where do you get off being so snotty?
Sorry, I'm a straight-laced Englishman and I haven't tuned in to your lingo yet - no worries!
This is just trying too hard to be clever and iconoclastic. I know what you mean but...if you sat next to me on the bus and launched into this, I'd move away.
Well hey, God's wife, I like this, evn though the mystery for me is over-obscure. The 'them' are too enigmatic for me to 'see' (but maybe I'm not one of the chosen). But what they say is powerful - like Eliot's 'Humanity cannot bear too much reality', and it's quite true.
seriously, cuz i'm stoned..are you serious?...okay ' counter curve' is a simple way of putting the term" going against the balacing flow...you know...the so called relevance of structure and un rhyming rhyming rhyme...????? forget it ....it really doesn't fuckin matter, just type on man...who cares?...i'm just saying it would end much more resolved and foundationally sound..what is sound?...well the ringing in my ears! if you can get past that you're cooking with oil sir...right now your sherrys burning and you got your back to the stove and focus on me...who am i ? well not your poem!, so turn ar5ound and write WRITE! or not........hose.lasper.mold.waxmuseum.tr
but now these stones are silent and more frank than silent and the zombies rule.....lets goerge romero their asses! lets dario argento the mother mary...if not! let's really vulva fuck linda blair with christo's necromancied sterling silver cross toss!sfdfngjhjkll;kmnhghbjhv!die!3468909
I apologize for sounding snotty and for hurting your feelings. I know that sounds snotty but i mean it sincerely. Let me offer some explanation. When a writer makes an obvious reference he's taking a very big chance. Because ultimately the reference has to be better then the original thought or shed some kind of insight on the original, that the reader has not stumbled upon on his own . As for the hilarious thing I meant it in a good way. You should definitely hold on to that. I like you for a ghost cracks me up. I'm going to try using it tommorrow in conversation I mean it!It's precious and original. I honestly am sorry I pissed you off. I just think theirs a lot of talented people out there who haven't been given the right tools. Stew over your poems. Let them be perfect. Sublimate your urge to throttle me into writting a poem of inspired genius.
see, I knew it! She owned it, she drank it, that's some sexy sh*t. You can write, so don't take it personally if I think one of your poems isn't of this higher quality. By the way you can look up my drivel and shred it to pieces, as long as you're being honest. I'd appreciate that.
I love this poem it is witty and depressing and honest and real and full of grace. If it were my poem which clearly it is not, I would try to find a better phrasing for the last thought. it sort of disappoints.Kinda like oatmeal after chocolate mousse. Also,did the dead guy lose too, or did ashcroft lose to the dead guy?
It's sometimes diffucult to understand how folks who write in the same language as Shakespeare, Henry Miller, John Ciari and Charles Frazier can get such beautiful words to form such ugly sensless poetry
I was determined to be annoyed by your stuff as you keep telling em to edit my work in an irritating high-handed manner but... bugger it, I think this is really great. Your self-denying but defiant last stanza breaks the heart.
z.. i hate to bust your bubble, but this women is about as close as a mother can get to being a pure fledged saint mother...she's my friend and saved my life once when i was shooting up straight morphine out of a brief case and pretending i wasn't ...i met her at an open mic in the middle of somewhere and she took me somwhere special..close to a loving heart . so close the beat brought me back...she's not only the mother of a beautiful intelligent atheletic young man, but she's also the closest thing to a mother i've ever had....SHE SAVED MY LIFE...FLUSHED MY DRUGS..and drank bushmills with me until i sobered up ...dig it, or lay off, her sons father was fucking bricked to death one night and never returned! you think i'm kidding? don't fuck with her' i'm telling you, and don't rub me wrong on her work...she is a taurus and she is fucking brilliant...i know her, and she's has more pinacled shit looming than all of us put together...just wait you odd sort..you just wait...hi p....i'm home safe...love you..i'm sorry you have to catch slack for knowing me...some things never change...your friend and once lover jeremi britt....i miss you the most...i'm sorry about my attitude lately...but i'm an extrovert who's inverted, and i'm sick about it...yeaye! oh by the way..i got the jon voight movie, and the sound of music musical at the groove in upland...i hope i don't fuck it up... then again maybe i do!
ha! like they even care who we are... hi! i'm marlon brando...."charlie..charlie..i coulda been a contender charlie?!" like they have a clue.....doesn't matter, it's worth it in the end trust me...i love your name by the way ......i was talking about it all night ...i wrote a short story 8 pgd. at the bar just concentrating on the drums,,,i got drunk and started piling trash again ....fuck em' i'm SO SICK OF FAT BED RIDDEN POETS UGLY COMPUTER RIDDEN programers who think cuz they know pascal they know writing, cuz it's come to the keyboaRDS and not the quill anymore, enjoy you frito grabbing swine cuz we're coming hard fast and thumb tacked to mother's doilies.....<string music comes in........commercial starts...announcer speaks monotone...brought to you by 'osmosis' the only way to lose weight fast....and....'goatdent' the way to smile mediterranean and stay tan......!
where you / sit and stab / "what we've might have been" (you island dwelling tart), but no..no..no...it must be "at what might be true" why! cuz it's so counter curve...jesu' christo'....i was so ready to vote high until the last line....go to horus8's "jesus was a necromancer top see how it's done in haiku for jewue! nah just kidding you until i'm no longer kidding but drowning you're pure breed persian kittens, necromance that prat!
Your right, patriotism does bring me to tears. The word comes from the greek/latin 'patri' which means father and is also used to start the words patriarchical, patriarchdom and patricide. Of which the latter is the only one with any positive value. Look, the opposite of patriarchy is not matriarchy, it's fraternity. So before you march in the parade behind some giant Eagle waving a surrealistic flag of nationalism, Remember the earth is your mother, and your father, that bloody junkie, is tearing the place up just to make more money to buy more drugs. And his brother, your uncle Sam, is recruiting all your brothers and cousins to grease this machine with their hormones. So when the time comes to stand up for what is just, wil you stay are will you go along with the rest of the lobotimized chattle? By the by, your poem needs a lot of work. it looks as if you made it up while you were submitting it. Do you ever sit on something til it's ready?
oh nononono I like you for a ghost! To me that's hilarious is that a double negative; Not being .... I am not...? as far as walking in bournes, leave that to Willy please. where the hell is this sad little ghosty and why is he/she going to jump? What in the name of all thats holy are you talking about? this poem is freeform but you forgot to make any kind of sense. Necrotic or otherwise
well so much for anonymity! Mazel tov on the film and musical. Hope to see you soon
What do you mean by counter curve?