Read what I wrote again, then read what you wrote again, and see if you're not (on second go-round) able to see how completely you misinterpreted what I was saying. First of all, I wasn't talking about your painting, how could I have been, I know nothing of it. I was talking about painting only to continue with your own analogy. I also wasn't, and haven't, commented on this pome. I have no comments for it. The use of language, though there are problems here and there, is certainly far above that of the teeny poets I typically rail on. I could offer comments on language use, but you've hardly shown yourself amenable to receiving them. I purposely included van gogh in the discussion, because he HAD no formal training (you complete fucking idiot). He did, however spend a FANATICAL amount of time studying and learning to paint. Secondly, how were able to miss the fact that I was not in any way heaping hate and jealousy on "outside artists" but on the contrary expressing admiration and respect for the great lengths the REAL iconoclasts (as safely judged by history) go to to attain their unique skills. Judging from your basic ability to put together English sentences, I'm pretty sure you didn't actually read my comment. It would be difficult for me to imagine someone with at least that much ability for writing to have such a complete lack of ability to comprehend my (I feel) rather lucid and level-headed comment.

Dark Angel's use of language shows prodigious knowledge of the rules of English. He can describe shit in sentences so elegantly and wittily constructed that I--and I haven't the slightest hint of a scatological fetish anywhere in my being--enjoy reading about shit. His limericks are, in fact, limericks. His sonnets are, in fact, sonnets -- breaking the rules only purposely, and to great effect generally. His limericks aren't limericks and his sonnets sonnets by accident, or even because he's talented (and he is talented), but because he crafts his language. He's certainly mastered and has a full awareness of rhythm and rhyme...in short, he's absolutely the wrong person to cling to in your pursuit of this benighted notion of yours that you're a foot soldier in the freedom fighting poetry army battling to save the world from dogmatism and categorization by eschewing all technique.

"you missed the mark of analization totally, kudos for trying" you unsufferable little twit, can you really be unaware of the fact that zodiac writes, thinks, and analyzes whole levels of levels above you? Come on.

Impressive. Reminds me of the time me and Sammy no teeth robbed the 7 eleven in Dog town with styrofoam penises and reversed hospital gowns. Fortunately for us Sammy was nabbed and not myself, being a notorious fink, but illeterate, Sammy performed a vivid recreation of the event using the game charades, but not being able to pronounce very many constanents or spell, he merely succeeded in turning himself in for the death of Hoffa and Kennedy, sammy to this day is amazed by the event, especially at how he had "cosmically channeled" the authorities to Hoffa (he was found still living actually working in drag in bangcock, out on 'front' for a Canadien Dental group he owed a favour to) now Sammy works for the psychic hotline and is a blowjob specialist at Tahachipe fire camp in Pompei. Me? I'm still carrying jesus around during the day.

No, come on are you seriously telling us you don't realize it works the other way!!!!!!!!!!!!. As you learn how to use language properly, your thoughts become more "congealed" and concrete. And more fluid, more detailed, richer, more congruent, etc. Read Mark Twain, he has somewhat to say on this subject. I'm betting you don't punctuate pomes because you don't know how. It doesn't matter to you if you say something already said, but it certainly matters to us, your readers. Why the fuck do you think it's ok to waste our time with bullshit we've already seen/thought/heard a bazillion times!!!!!! Do you think I come here to be reminded of the Hallmark card I got in 1977?

Like a fondant fancy being gobbled by a slobbering hatless oaf?

"coment this sucks. I want to make it better" makes me think you wanted this. What was I supposed to say? Excellent cliche in line 6 - some great ambiguity in the endless run-on phrasing. Oh, wait - or was I just supposed to praise it? That's for rockmage, not me.

Then (and see the famous Captain Cannibal for more) you are only writing for yourself, without concern for whether others can read, understand, or appreciate you. There are better things you could be doing with that kind of poetry, like not posting it on a public website for comment and ranking - you see?

you missed the mark of analization totally, kudos for trying. I've heard people say you mean a lot to me and all that who ha but one can only imagine that some one has said I don't know how much you mean, it is common to think this. 2. Poetry, to me, is all about writing down what you feel. It doesn't matter if you write something all ready said, because to the writer, it is personal. To me this is my personal struggle. 3. My thoughts are broken and incomplete and mixed and jumbled, hense the line break problem. Tell me how I can think in a more fluid way and my poems will becom better congealed and more concreate. 4. I almost never ever punctuate poems, ICKY.