Shuushin
on The How To on Haikus by <Wankster>
23 Apr 2004, 7:09 PM
I'm giving you a seven in the hopes that the 8 syllable line was intentional.
Cuz, well - that would be funny.
second stanza has some fresher language in it, but somehow its like spending a day with grandma and getting a half dollar on the way out.
eenteresting...
You got a ten already? Count me in.
"you've mastered the haiku poem" -- 8. I can't tell if that's satire or a mistake. 6.
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on Dear M Foucault, or, How I knew our relationship was doomed by zodiac
23 Apr 2004, 2:52 PM
:-(
How to say nothing
While mastering haiku form
Is why we're all here
8 for satire
Don't feel too despondent; radiation is a tricky subject to write about because so many people find it funny. I know this is an emotional piece for you, and I respect that, but you might consider using abortion as a metaphor for chemotherapy in future. Good poeme, though -7-
Absolutely! Do you not remember my passionate poems?
thanks... i am just so surprised. i've posted this elsewhere and it's never been brought to my attention that it seemed humorous.
i have much to learn here...
all comments are appreciated. thank you so much. :) sarah
duffy... why?
The tone of the poem is very humerous, as if it were tongue-in-cheek. The flow of the first stanza, the fact that you rhyme "as they pleases", ...
Perhaps the poem simply doesn't convey what you were trying to put into it.
and do you think that the California despondent found any hope in the hills of Tennessee?
A short story about a drunken leprechaun smoking a joint a Wrigley Field with Johnny Cash....it just might work.
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on Dear M Foucault, or, How I knew our relationship was doomed by zodiac
23 Apr 2004, 12:35 PM
GOOGLE SEARCH RESULTS
"The truth of a proposition is inversely proportional to the number of idiots who believe it" = nil
TOTAL: nil
Once again you fail.
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on Dear M Foucault, or, How I knew our relationship was doomed by zodiac
23 Apr 2004, 12:27 PM
The truth of a proposition is inversely proportional to the number of idiots who believe it.
Whatever fucks your goat
Is there really anybody left like this Brigadier?
Get over it! If this sorrowful wail helps, fine.
No, they're mostly the dreams of a California despondent, following a man to the hills of Tennessee without a clue.