Christof
on The Dreamer by Nicholas Jones
23 Oct 2002, 1:33 AM
Good to see another sonnet from you - you handled it well in 'The Canvassers' and also in this. This is more Keatsian as well in its self-analysis and fear.
Interesting. Did you know that whn Isaac Newton was admitted to the Royal Society, they were investigating how to make insects out of cheese?
I like the sense of compromise that comes over in this. I wonder if it should be 'On streets' not 'By streets' - do you say that doors are 'by' streets? Dunno. I'm a pedant. I like the 'metaphysical concrete dreams'.
I knew I'd got that word from someone famous. Thanks for identifying my sources! Already an ex-girlfriend of mine is sporting combats in All Saints stylee - I don't know whether she's ahead of a trend or years behind one, though. I think your attitude towards Stockport is like mine towards Slough (substitute McVities factory for Mars factory) - one of extreme protectiveness.
I think the combat trousers revival will happen any day now. I like your use of the word toppermost. John Lennon, before the Beatles were successful, said they wanted to the toppermost of the poppermost. I'm kind of surprised people seem to like this poem, because I think it's weaker than most of my others. I'm a little concerned everyone thinks I hate the place, which isn't true.
No, Stockport is not the arsehole of the world. That'd be Oldham. No, not really. I grew up in Stockport and have a great deal of affection for it. But the poem seems to be a lot more curmudgeonly than I intended. I think I'm just prone to negativity.
Go to http://www.stockport.g-br.com/tour for some nice pictures.
A chocolate digestive is a biscuit covered with chocolate. McVities are the finest makers of these biscuits. It is the king of biscuits.
this is like rattle snake colonic.have no fear...none1 because your heart was a rubber chicken and his incredibly unharmed. wink, sink.
you have no grasp of the haiku. it can be out of the 575 and less than and rearranged. and as for your lyric well...it's not..you fail. purposely, i would hope. and quite poorly. congratulations!
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4 in the last line...
i like the penultimate stanza!
you people are exceptionally ill. and i would like to invite you all to personal special holiday function of mine later on this decade. i'm gonna attemt to but fuck myself. while reading your poetry in pig latin.
guess what. i know...it's okay that your beak is small..there..there..hold my hand.RIPPPPPPPPPP! sorry..about your arm. here..i'll give it back..BY BEATING YOUR LITTLE NUTS WITH IT..BACK! BACK! I SAY...please..please..mr. gen y guy. grow and change for me..and for timmy..and little bobby? 2.
okay. you can stop popping up now,
this is priceless. 10. make love to my pickle swelled "lap snorkel"...could ya quick before..i really just find out your a litte fat gay jew from idaho...are there even any jews in idaho? priceless. 10! P.s together darling with my votes and counsel you take out babbit and god's wife from the best list...forever! whoooahhh..ah..ah. (pinkied cornered mouth) 10!10!
Thank you horus. I had this ideal of an " interactive poem".
something to exploit our medium. plus Halloween is near.
not only is all of that true, but he also isn't english, he's english black and adopted, and he has aids on his knee cap...and a crush on woody harrelson. so there. loser, white trash bigot. booger eater, james joyce avid reader...cauliflower eared stool roller. die DIE!
i tried to complain about this poem, but the complain button doesn't work..so ...i'm just gonna fart and palm waift the smell up towards my face, and read it again..slower this time. 10!
true, but not 'devil may cry', cuz that's the bomb diggity..your poem though. unfortunately, just aint.