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replying on The Yellow Penguin by ahmyerda
9 Dec 2002, 8:09 PM
i'll have the lot.
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on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 8:08 PM
what's with all the vinegar, h?
question for you, p&k--line one, should i change 'on' to 'in'? for the double entendre? i can't decide
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 7:49 PM
Now there is a clever reply. I bet you watch Good Will Hunting over and over. And tell yourself. It is okay. It is okay. Oh to be a Hollywood dreamer boy, living the life of movie stars. Ma, I got a new agent this week and now I am the new Tidy Bowl Man. The old fucker died. Drown. The irony. Hooray let's have a party and shoot up and relate our tough lives in purely confessional tones and call it fucking inventive. Oh yes. We are we are, the youth of the nation! Now that takes a wealth of imagination and a nation of millions of echo BOOMers. Come on young Genet. Come on the ghost of Ionesco. Give me a Zebra to go with that Rhino. Let's read poetry in airplane hangers while swinging upside down on trapeze. You are walking in the wrong shoes, my friend. Please.
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 7:37 PM
Can you what? Masturbate? Can you? Can you what?
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 7:37 PM
Your loss. Trust me.
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 7:29 PM
Well considering I have only seen Henry Rollins on stage once (as lead singer of BF) in god knows ?1984? at the VFW hall in downtown KC comparing you with his spoken word performance, which I can only imagine, is out on a limb. But he rambles, you ramble, he rants, you rant. And I imagine when you are on stage doing the slam thing that you move your arms like a suburban white kid trying to be black. Out of rhythm, but the other white suburban white kids watching you don't know the difference and they nod that hipster nod and they pull up their stocking caps (but it is California) and look at their girlies in the eye and say he ain't that good lookin' baby, but ooooooooooooh is he deep and he speaks the streets. He is the street. And actually, I have not listened to all 50. Sorry. But I am fond of the Petty cover and the Joe Dynamite. I forget the title of the others. And Sara (the student) well who knows. But she got a B on her paper. Keep on keepin on. Art rules. Poets unite. 10-4.
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 7:21 PM
Come on, I can dust it of just for you.
horus8
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 7:18 PM
i have never been compared to henry rollins (you are a sharp cookie huh), i'll ponder the thought, but i would argue that if you listened to thorn apple the baby fat at www.gangbox.com ahhh henry rollins would be the last image in anyones mind...i'm articulate, not angry..i my friend am calm and collected. thanks i appreciate your support. i'm angry in maybe 5 of my fifty something posted mp3's sorry, nice try.
horus8
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 7:11 PM
gee. can i?
horus8
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 7:10 PM
ha! ha! burp. snort. chorkle.gasp. awe awe awe choo.chewy chicky chew. here's to you.
horus8
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 7:08 PM
no.
horus8
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 7:08 PM
whatever you say woodchuck. the song remains the same.
moving
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 6:33 PM
Just so you know, I do not have a link to a page where I keep my diary of redundant doings and mindless suburban thoughts of how I lounge about in my days as an undergrad submerged in deep profundities while perfecting the art of hand eye coordination over video games and masturbation. Just so you know.
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 6:27 PM
do you also want to see my income tax records for the last 10 years? Just drop me line if so. Or naked pictures of my wife. I also race (well more like raced these days) bikes. I can send pictures of that too.
poetandknowit
replying on Dear Mr. Poetry, could you hold my purse? <how does babbit do it> by horus8
9 Dec 2002, 6:24 PM
No problem. Send me your e-mail address to the account listed under babbit11 and I will be more than happy to send you links copies, etc. Shit, I will send you my dissertation. No one else reads it any more. If you are behind the times though, as your rejoinder the other day showed, 60% of my living is based as a freelance journalist. The more to read my work. The merrier. What subjects are you found of? I am sure some of the stuff would bore you to no end, as it does me.
On the other hand, everyone else seems to love it, so what do I know?
I'm not sure. Not a moral. Maybe slight closure? It needs an ending.
Okay, okay, I guess I came on way too strong. Untitled poems are just a pet peeve of mine. As for the haikus, I just meant that I have no idea what they are about, and maybe a title would help. Peace?