Ranger
on Small Town Tavern by NinjaPoet
30 Jan 2003, 11:21 AM
Wonderful ending. 'bsolutely wonderful.
He's only got a blank look cause he reads so much fucking Lao-Tzu. It's his own damn fault.
No problemo, mon amigo!
I meant Dostoyevsky.
Kerrrazzeeeee...eee...ee..e
Hey, if you want to see weird poetry, mine's weird. Also Doyetevsky, whatever his name is does strange stuff.
Here, I gave y'a nine but I can't vote no more votes so you'll have to get other people to vote.
I saw some of your artwork on your homepage & it's even better than your poetry. You are just the kind of talented bastard I hate. I HATE YOU, YOU TALENTED BASTARD!!!
heh, heh, heh...I don't really hate you-as if you needed me to tell you that
T'anks!
I say this is miles better than a three. I also say that this is one of those poems people can relate to and I love your poetry. Grand work.
I feel that this is trying to be both emotive and, er, casual (that's the best way I can find to describe it), for instance "sharing in my life" and "people think I'm cracking up" don't really give it any definitive air. However, it's got potential if you'll keep working at it, decide how you want it to sound and then edit it. I also felt that there are a few strained cliches here-that's no real crime, my first poem I submitted (The North Wind) was full of them, that's life. On the plus side, I thought there were a few great lines, especially the last two.
Amusing, but I confess myself a tad dissapointing that's it's not the spoof of the old hippy song the title leads one to expect. You know -- 'Where have all the poets gone, long time passing, Where have all the poets gone, long times ago?...'
As long as there are still odd fetishes, I will write about them. #4 is about a third done.
I just wanted to write about Ed Gein. I can't tell what will be next, that would spoil the surprise. Keep out of my kitchen until the next batch of kink-cookies are baked.
I am indeed creepy. Creepier when you see me. Your writing is reminiscent of Chuckie M., yes. You focus too much on the helter-skelter. I was more inspired by Issei Sagawa, Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, de Sade (you should read more), the music of Nick Cave and of Tom Waits and a personal fascination for the goddess Kali and the Aghori sect of Hinduism. And Surrealism and Dada.
Love it!
Look it up on Google. Germany in particular is known for the quality of its scat porn, known there as scheisse. Enjoy!
After reading mucho of your stuff I find this has some choice lines but it needs to woven in parts, I will have a better look and vote tomorrow but imagine britney spears tits being covered up in a woolly jumper and you got this poem, you know the beautys there but you cant quite see it. Anyway apparently ranger we belong to a brit pack? gotta go or she'll be moody
chopped liver? what makes you think yer not there?
This is something other than other it's otherthan. What most impresess me about this is the authors need to be something other than someone who writes others, but well. well? well enough to fippantly describe something that's going on in droves currently it's called the i'm a piss poor drunk with a big peeper and an inclination to things other than normal otherthans. bukowsky wrote better than this while not even writing, but talking someone else to do it for him while he lied gurgling drunk in a crevass...called 2.00$ pussy with a side of raman and kcrw.
In fact it should be illegal to mention acdc, metallica, and bukowsky..in a poem that is clearl about the advantages and disadvanteges of eyeball fucking.a
We rounded the bend exhausted and starving.
Charlie spoke up to the group, "Well what have we here? It appears to be a quaint and geographicaly well placed miracl town...named after a sturgeons retarded cousin".
We all paused to take his great words in.
Then Billy Freshinstinker chirped out an anthem, and asked if
perhaps we could buy him some biscuits and gravey.
That's when horus parachutes in with disturbing yet clarifing advice..Notice gentleman our quaint little town here is in
fact a mirage brought on by extreme exposure hallucinations coupled by freezing temperatures. you are all doomed in this quaint waivering ghost town. doomed to give tumbleweeds nicknames like Mr. slow role, and the fence climber.
Definition...Skunk#2 humboldt county. sorry.
hey "peekers" (my knew and inproved nickname for p&k aka 'the great guroien).
I think what this poet was attempting to do was be 'creative' to the best and quickest nature of their nature? which in plain english means 'bad wedding present china'. fools, the lot of you. you even..taking the time to put in "" for your comment have assisted it 'the word' in its innate drive to 'be'. By validating it God, does the dishes. catch my spackle there short pants? magnum pi lip tracer...you..YOU MY FRIEND ARE MAD WITH ABOVE AVERAGE INTELLIGENCE AND..... CHARM...too.