ouch. with that info, quite poignant. marks off for not getting that across to me through the poem, but... ouch. 8

i like the last line now i don't know why i didn't recognize the scope of it earlier, sorry.o

I am just talking within the metaphor you are using. It is of a game, although a most difficult one. That angle can work there. But the way it is being approached is running away from the integrated but separate issue, which is a hefty subject and noble to tackle. The hexarchy issue is simply the pieces that go on that board. Pawn. Knight. King. You get the picture. It invokes class in a modern sense and I have seen it done with some skill by a fantastic poet by the name of (no, not Stan Rice) Thomas Lux. Trent Lott is in every magazine and newspaper in America right now: finally the closet racist and notorious proponent of bad hair has opened his mouth about race again. As I said, think this through. Make sure the images are saying what you want. It is tricky when dealing with the game board.

What a wonderful birthday gift you have given me,by the way. Your cordialness(sp?). Thank you.

so, what are you really saying here? that because my poem and comments are borderline ridiculous, and spontaneously odd and horrific, confusing that what i wrote here somehow gets in the way of me being a good father? Are you stupid? No i'm dead fucking serious. Are you mentally defunct? Are you saying that a writer has to be carefull of what they've written 'fictionally' 'or god know maybe the poem is real!' because somehow it affects their ability to be a normal, loving, nurturing mother or father. Are you saying (for example) a horror novelist should not have children, and that right wing conservatists should have more? do you censor yourself listening to the radio, or maybe you also think a dentist stares too long into ones mouth to also have a family? Ranger, can i just say that you my 'aware' forest buddy should cut off your hand and smack yourself to death with it.h

Well, if I am one race and you are another,can we not stand close to one another and get along just fine? Lott? Sorry, unknown. I'm completely lost on the hierarchy angle. I agree with the change of the opening line though. Readers are quickly fickle.

Hmmm. I am not sure that it is coming across completely. The integration of a chessboard conjures competition of the game, plus the way you speak of it sounds more like segregation. Are you pro-Lott? Plus, it also establishes a hierarchy. I think you might benefit from thinking it through a bit more. Cheers.

Speaking of talking in circles.

Knock it off you two or I will repost the damn rose poem. This happens to be what this poem is about:respecting others space. Being together without invasion. And a small racial metaphor as well.

but do you really drink skaldic mead, or just bleet about it????

you have your Hugin, and your Munin..on the wrong shoulders yet you eat your food and not give any to your wolves. you are a not on that tree of which nobody knows.

I have no idea what you are talking about because I have no idea who you are. One minute you say everything I know up until this pint is a fiction and then you say I shit all over friends and family as a propaganda campaign against your poetry. Huh? Which is it? Are you straight up or straight down? When Z told me you were really in the Brig I apologized, but see, then you come back and say something different. I do not create personas. I am just myself. As far as the poems, well I believe I have said both positive and negative things about your work. Minus, of course, the works under Bacchus. You have been paranoid in the past over this issue. I did not get it then and I do not get it now. Now, last night I said things about your work, but you were threatening me with bravado so I was trying to keep poetry in the conversation. Up until that point if you go back and look at comments relating to your work I have tried to be constructive there. The fact that I even pay attention to you was a sign of respect and you should have known this. I can posture with the best of them because it is all a game to me. If you say stop I will stop, if not, I tend to go to the mattresses. God may just grant that wish, you never know.