| Re: Paradelle of Progress by Dovina |
Prince of Void 217.218.131.135 |
13-Jul-04/2:02 PM |
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| Re: Zin/Enough/Things/Squeeze/Flow by gregsamsa222 |
god'swife 4.232.108.43 |
13-Jul-04/5:21 PM |
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I'm willing to bet, no matter what other poems I ever read, this will always be the best one. All that I love about literature is contained within this poem.
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Dan garcia-Black 66.218.59.71 |
14-Jul-04/12:02 AM |
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Forms suck. Give me a big dangling modifier any day of the week over "an poetic form."
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Dan garcia-Black 66.218.59.71 |
14-Jul-04/12:08 AM |
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Best expression on teenage angst yet.
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| Re: The Heaven lies by Prince of Void |
Prince of Void 217.66.199.251 |
14-Jul-04/2:50 AM |
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The simplicity creates its own beauty
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| Re: A Perverted Poet's Confession. by SupremeDreamer |
SupremeDreamer 204.31.160.1 |
14-Jul-04/6:11 AM |
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oh, PS:
FUCK LUBRICATION, GIVE ME FRICTION YOU FAGGOT ASS PUSSIES!!!!!
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-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 81.86.113.159 |
14-Jul-04/7:14 AM |
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This is the product of the combined mental might of the grisly Swift sisters, is it? Fantastic.
You really have no idea how to use line breaks, do you? You just sprinkle them about like a hideous spazzed-up leprechaun, reasoning that if you put enough of them in, it will suddenly turn into a poeme.
Tell me, what do you think the difference is between:
"But then
They look away."
and
"But then they look away"
aside from the fact that you think the first one is "more poetic"? -6-
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?-Dave_Mysterious-? 80.42.71.197 |
13-Jul-04/3:30 PM |
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Charles Olson also wrote this revolutionary discourse on projective data entry:
http://www.hal-pc.org/journal/feb02/Column/nibbles/nibbles.html
It is much more creative than the stagnant conventional methods of data entry, I'm sure you'll agree.
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| Re: The Spaz by ?-Dave_Mysterious-? |
god'swife 4.232.108.43 |
13-Jul-04/5:07 PM |
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This is clearly not a sonnet, shame on you. Stick to the rules buddy.
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| Re: Desperation by gavinduff |
god'swife 4.232.108.43 |
13-Jul-04/5:11 PM |
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god'swife 4.232.108.43 |
13-Jul-04/4:57 PM |
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In this poem Stephen Robins is considering the power of a single word to paint a picture of a thousand images. He has been careful to choose a word which has a wide range of connotations. Is this a romantic poem? A poem of violence? A feminist statement on the patriarchy's disregard for mutual satisfaction of the sexes? Yes, all this and more. Consider the use of the the puncuation; A full stop auspiciously placed at the beginning of this verselet, clearly the author is saying, "I begin with an ending, as all things begin, it is inescapable". The only other punctuation is again a period repeated at the bottom of the poem. This statement reflects back to the same philosophy, the end of an era, followed by a new begining. What that beginng might be, is left the interpretive powers of the psyche of the observer.
The body of the poem is a single one syllable word written entirely in capitals. This word is placed in the geometric center of the page, which symbolizes the vast wasteland of existence, the only worthwhile experience being one of a sexual dimension. Is this the act of a lover, a violator or both? Is this the act of conception which brought the poet and all other creatures into this realm, or is it simply a base expression of egoccentric pubescent obsession? The author leaves the answers to these questions, and an infinity of others, up to the prerogative of the reader. He boldly challenges the elitist society of wealth and priviledge, knowing full well that the uneducated will define this poem as one more stupid piece of cultural folly, much to the woe of the society itself, for it makes plain that the majority of the world's citizens are incapable of appreciating the highest achievements of humanity. Therefore we have failed in giving birth to the utopia which was our inheritance. In brief this poem makes the elegantly simple statement, 'The world of the Gods and our forefathers has ended. We are a bunch of philistines compulsively driven by the pursuit of an orgasm. One day, no one can say when, our time here will be finished.'
A postmodern tour de force, a brilliant sudden blow to the ideals of art and capitalism.
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god'swife 4.231.183.246 |
13-Jul-04/1:51 PM |
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I like the last two stanzas. 'Extra bloody' bothers me, how can something be extra bloody?
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| Re: Drinking Knowledge by gregsamsa222 |
Prince of Void 217.218.131.135 |
13-Jul-04/1:59 PM |
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That was good ...i like it
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| Re: Wind by Dovina |
god'swife 4.231.183.246 |
13-Jul-04/1:49 PM |
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Do you need the 'as' in the last line? When I read this my mind automatically left it out. The second sentence might work better as the first.
The lonesome wind driven
against its will;
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Dovina 24.52.157.176 |
13-Jul-04/1:45 PM |
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Hammer and chisel comment: I liked it better before. Why the quotes (')? I'm with you up to "be trapped
by the length of a sculptor's arm to his stone."
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god'swife 4.231.183.246 |
13-Jul-04/2:04 PM |
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I like the way your poems latelyare like little glimpses of your day. This one builds nicely and I like the fact that your mother makes an appearance while your breaking some girls heart.
'Over which' is awful.
You don't need 'where' at the beginning of the second stanza.
The third stanza's all messed up.
Do you mean bravey is sometimes indifference? Because, in my oppinion, the cowardly thing to do would be to take her hand.
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| regarding some deleted poem... |
Prince of Void 217.218.131.135 |
13-Jul-04/2:08 PM |
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| Re: Black Rose by arduinn |
Prince of Void 217.218.131.135 |
13-Jul-04/2:11 PM |
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?-Dave_Mysterious-? 80.42.71.197 |
13-Jul-04/3:01 PM |
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"Supercalifrag-
"ilisticexpiali-
"docious," said Mary.
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?-Dave_Mysterious-? 80.42.71.197 |
13-Jul-04/3:06 PM |
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I tried reading this poem aloud, by first pausing for exactly 1 minute, 27 seconds, then suddenly standing up and shouting "quim," and then sitting down again for another four minutes before ending the sentence. Was this right?
Anyway, a beautiful piece. I think the structure lends a peculiar, yet not unpleasing, ambiance.
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