Phalkon
replying on Fear by Phalkon
20 May 2004, 9:44 AM
XD
*claps* okay, i admit Hank in Montana was funny... you salty son of a gun ;)
I don't believe you have a Master's in Poetry from an accredited Poetry School.
re: "i am really sorry that you don't like to mentally work while you read poetry, or my poem"
I, for my part, am really sorry that you don't like to mentally work while you write poetry, as it means we have another week of reading this sloppy hash before you vanish forever from our hallowed halls without so much as a leaving rant.
And I'm not a self-deemed expert in poetry-writing or interpretation. I'm a society-deemed semi-expert in it, having recently received a Master's in Poetry from an accredited Poetry School.
Oh how simply marvellous darling. 6
wow! this is almost funny. i am sorry i don't understand all the words you throw around, but i am not sorry i don't understand where you are coming from. you don't know what else i have written, and who else has interpreted my works, and what poetry i have read. not that i care to tell you.
i am really sorry that you don't like to mentally work while you read poetry, or my poem. i am sorry you like to be spoon-fed. and that you have such strict rules about what it should be, and are not free to have more than one idea about it. i would hate to go to a museum or a gallery with you!
and thanks.. for the constructive criticism. i hope if you actually are a self-deemed expert in the realm of poetry-writing / interpretation (because there ALWAYS is interpretation, varied by reader, uncontrollable) that you come across alittle better to others ... in order to help them... anyway.
this is nice... we shall never know...
Hauntingly beautiful. I really like your use of "face in hiding" as a metaphor for leprosy. -10-
Oh dear.
"the X are gilded in snow" means "the X are covered with snow, which resembles something covered with gold."
That means you now have "the X are covered with gold, which resembles something covered with gold." Great!
"i leave a lot up to interpretation" is the buncombe dodge of an inveterate guffer. The only way you could say something like that and expect to keep even a shred of dignity would be to actually deliberately include a lot of things to be interpreted in your poem. And let's be up-front about this: it's as obvious as my own left buttock that you haven't. You've plopped down the first dozen words that occurred to you and told yourself you're being clever and ambiguous. Bow'ls. Hey, you wanna learn some new concepts? How about the interworking of different parts of a poem, maybe? Some consistency of imagery and/or metaphor?
"i leave a lot up to interpretation." Bow'ls! say I. I get all flummoxed and constipated just trying to imagine where you learned to parrot such a useless phrase. Yes, a poet can leave a lot up to interpretation, and some very famous poets (i.e., W.C.Williams) made whole careers out of this sort of addleheaded guffing. But first you need to be a halfway decent poet, which means if you start your poem with an image like a roadmap, it has to go somewhere. Your "velvet" might work, if you gave more of a hint that the roadmap is worn down to vellum-softness by use - but you won't; you'll expect me to do all the associative work that you haven't done. And then I'll run into "nameless", "unpainted", and "a movie" right after that, none of them building on each other or even fitting very well with each other, and I'll reach the correct conclusion, as I have, that you have no idea what you're talking about. In short, _______.
Hey, and thanks for not talking down to me about what poetry is and isn't in the future! Have a nice one!
Fear (Free verse) by Phalkon
i lay awake in bed
...
a million thoughts run through my head
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Thoughts (Free verse) by nicole081083
As I lie here in my bed
Many thoughts run through my head
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wait for sleep (Lyric) by xunitedx
i wait for sleep as i'm lying in my bed
but i can't stop these thoughts from running through my head
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Insomnia (Pimple) by BiggRobb
Every night that I lay down to bed,
I'm constantly bombarded with thoughts racing through my head;
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Adam's Apple (Lyric) by hotwire
Not enough words rush through my head
as I laid spend there in my bed
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Falling in Love (Free verse) by disturbedone182
I lie awake for hours upon my bed
While thoughts of her race through my head
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untitled: dedicated to my soldier/husband (Free verse) by SweetJuliet10
sitting here tonight alone in bed
a million things running through my head
-10-
A: I'm not "trying" to make myself seem better than you; I *know* I am. Just take a look at these glowing testimonials.
"zodiac is totally ace" - Steve in Nebraska
"Thar ain't none in these parts what shoots straighter and drinks harder'n that ol' dodger zodiac" - Hank in Montana
"You're beautiful. You'll be a star" - Simon Cowell
"You have the aura of election upon you" - Harold Bloom
And I have many, many more. As far as "you obviously are lacking in many personal fields" goes, please explain.
B: I'm apparently the only one who cares. *glows beatifically*
C: What, indeed, would be the point? At any rate, you haven't posted anything on anyone's poems except your own and one each of dmzoacan's and Blindpoetry's. Why don't you give it a shot?
D: You didn't hurt my feelings, you dimwit. That's not even close to what I said.
E: Thanks.
i'd say all i grab ARE the links again...
sorry....
well .. gilded can be taken many ways... i could say, the cracks in the sidewalk are gilded in snow... and it would be something totally different. even tho gilded usually refers to gold. but, ahhh well.
ha
it's not supposed to make a ton of sense. i leave a lot up to interpretation. i like unpainted.
HAHAHAHAHA... omg, you are so funny!
A: interesting how you get your kicks off of "trying" to make yourself seem better than others, even though you obviously are lacking in many personal fields
B: you're the only person who repeatedly tries to find fault with me
C: why haven't you posted anything bad about my newest poem "what's the point?" or does it leave you without possible "witty retort"?
D: i seriously didn't think you'd take it that hard when i said you didn't pass the 4th grade... maybe it just took you more than one try... but at any rate, i'm sorry i hurt your feelings
Maybe you can explain something to me, SomeKindofPoet: on Decapolis people are always posting things like,
"Topic: back-stabbing whores
...posted 05-12-2004 09:34 PM
ack!!!! i'm sooooo livid right now. a supposed friend has just stabbed me and several of my friends in the back and horribly so. i'm so glad she's not here or i would most definitely kick the **** out of her... "
and
"like my wife used to always say.... "you can't trust a byatch.""
and
"Crap on a crap cracker.
Josh."
What I don't understand is why don't the Jesus Police bust these people's asses posthaste? Is that the way young "hip" Christians talk these days? I don't know about you, but in case of Rapture *this* car will be unoccupied. Thanks.
If this were a poeme narrated by a zombie who was sitting around in an old zombies' home, thinking about the times when he used to go around trying to eat people's brains, and how he saw most of his zombie friends shot in the head, and wondering whether it was all worth it, it would be ace.
-0-
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