Nicholas Jones
replying on Notes toward a possible poem by Nicholas Jones
6 Feb 2004, 6:57 AM
It isn't supposed to be easy. But I'm glad you liked it.
Stop whining. I'll change your codpiece later.
"I cant go back & re-do it"
What the fuck are you talking about? What, are you afraid if you edit it your head will explode?
(my attempt at humor - no offense meant; I was attempting to be ass-like and shooting for irony).
Advice. Not advise. 'Advice' is a noun, 'to advise' is a verb. Perhaps a mastery of these linguistic subtleties (such as basic grammar) would be a worthwhile acquisition before you next decide to splurge another 13 lines of staggeringly awful shite on to the web. Next to this a Nigerian scam email reads like one of Shakespeares finest.
DEAR SIR I COMMEND MYSELF TO YOU
FOR I
A RELATIVE OF THE DECEASED MORGAN TSVANGIRAI
ENTREAT YOU TO JOIN WITH ME
IN A CONFIDENTIAL BUSINESS PROPOSITION
MILLIONS OF DOLLARS CAN BE YOURS
I NEED ONLY:
YOUR BANK DETAILS
YOUR EMAIL
YOUR HOME TELEPHONE NUMBER
YOUR COMPLETE AND BREATHTAKINGLY STUPID
TRUST AND CREDULITY.
At least there is some elegance to the language. AND arbitrary linebreaks. Without which NO poem is complete.
And another thing. If you are an American logged in to this site can I point out that:
"I could care less about that"
Means that you ascribe an amount of care greater than or equal to some arbitrarily small, positive epsilon. What you mean to say is:
"I couldn't care less about that"
Which means that you care an amount less than some arbtrarily small epsilon. Meaning that for any positive amount of care, you care less. This is a rigorous definition of not caring.
Could you please all take this on board? And in more general terms, think hard about the grammatical structure of what your write before you click on the 'submit' button.
Presumptuous ass?
I'm not hitting random you presumptious ass - I'm doing what is expected to be done; when I log onto the site I am presented with a poem and I vote.
These posters might still receive email comments.
How 'bout you sit back and watch the pretty lights for a while?
;o)
absolutely brilliant, the symantic fields used just finish it off perfectly
STILL MAD AT BILLY-BIFF CHIN!!!
Feb. 5th, 2004
04:19 pm
... He copy and pasted one of my journal entries to poemranker about how I'm glad I found poemranker ... What the hell did he gain from that? ... I know the webmaster will take care of it, after being informed by Dark Angel of that ... I'm not as worried, but still totally pissed at this guy ...
Verse 2 is very sweet, could be a poem in itself that image.
<{Baba^Yaga}>
on rather not high jump every 20 minutes, well maybe o.k. by A. Nomaly
5 Feb 2004, 11:37 PM
I'm listening to billy idol and curling my lip in la currently
It might work if you would have spelled fucking Jerusalem right.
monumental poem. this is why i miss u. when r u coming back to the city of angels? I am @ the same address. pls come visit
paints an interesting picture; fresh.
walls? plural? why?
I like the "week in plaster" but it pulls me from a simpler time; smacks of technology - maybe a splint?
I'm afraid I wasn't very up to the topic, the duck only metaphorically having AIDS (which is certainly cheating) and there no being mighty armada of ducks led by Sir Drake himself against perpetrators of injustice on ducks everywhere. You must feel pretty disappointed so far. But I am only a messenger, sent to bring word of a better duck poetry to come, a colossal messianic duck poem whose slitted ankles (or wrists) I am not fit to gaze upon. Repent! Cover ye with sackcloth and beat ye with chains, for that glorious purging day is nigh!
Why don't you email me? captain_zodiac@hotmail.com.
Shuushin, stop hitting random. These posts are two years old. Their posters have long since left the site.
what is this shirty you speak of?
you are = you're
too much of not enough.
what you say is not badly said - yet...