replying on a days journey by donmiguel1960
10 Feb 2007, 3:14 AM
Gotcha.
on Ode to a Pimple-Lyric Spawned by Phalkon's Greasy Face. by SupremeDreamer
10 Feb 2007, 3:06 AM
This is pure, sheer art. The weight of heartfelt emotion is expressed beautifully through words like 'emotion' and 'blood', juxtaposing the imagery of life with that of death (as implied in phrases such as 'I now wish to be very very dead'). Moreover, the poete asks us to find a resolution to the tension between the triviality of this 'silly' life and the deeply profound seriousness of death - after all, to be 'very very' dead is serious indeed.
This is followed by a passage of majestic ambiguity; the poete's 'grip on the .36 is slipping due to my tears' - is the .36 meant in a literal context, implying that he is safe, or is .36 the weighted score which his life is rated at? If it is the latter, then he truly is near the end - whenever any of a character's stats reaches zero, they are dead dead dead.
In the second half of this epic poeme, we are immediately presented with 'hampering', which, by virtue of its seasonal connotations, invokes images of gifts and food in ribbons - are these delights hidden within his cranium, waiting to spill out as the leaden Muse enters? But again, there is an unresolvable conflict with his inability to shoot himself. This is, perhaps, the poete at his introspective best, exploring the reasons behind his flashes of poetic inspiration while railing at the mystic nature which keeps the words so tantalisingly out of reach. Instead, he tells us, he will wait until the blood - his heartfelt feelings - come out 'y'ears' - a subtle hint at the wisdom he will achieve through an age arrived at by not killing himself. What is more, this wisdom has a perfect 'form' - such allusions to ancient philosophy are so rare in poetry these days! - which, being timeless, results in a potential temporal complexity hinted at in the possibility of 'read (present)/read (past)'.
In his "Notes on an Ode to a Pimple-Lyric Spawned by Phalkon's Greasy Face", the poete asks us to consider the possible postmodernity of his poeme; the 'neo-limerick' movement being the driving force behind his structure. But, he asks, could such an opinion be seen as 'improper'? After all, as the postmodern pimpliterature canon tells us, aren't all opinions correct?!?
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This is followed by a passage of majestic ambiguity; the poete's 'grip on the .36 is slipping due to my tears' - is the .36 meant in a literal context, implying that he is safe, or is .36 the weighted score which his life is rated at? If it is the latter, then he truly is near the end - whenever any of a character's stats reaches zero, they are dead dead dead.
In the second half of this epic poeme, we are immediately presented with 'hampering', which, by virtue of its seasonal connotations, invokes images of gifts and food in ribbons - are these delights hidden within his cranium, waiting to spill out as the leaden Muse enters? But again, there is an unresolvable conflict with his inability to shoot himself. This is, perhaps, the poete at his introspective best, exploring the reasons behind his flashes of poetic inspiration while railing at the mystic nature which keeps the words so tantalisingly out of reach. Instead, he tells us, he will wait until the blood - his heartfelt feelings - come out 'y'ears' - a subtle hint at the wisdom he will achieve through an age arrived at by not killing himself. What is more, this wisdom has a perfect 'form' - such allusions to ancient philosophy are so rare in poetry these days! - which, being timeless, results in a potential temporal complexity hinted at in the possibility of 'read (present)/read (past)'.
In his "Notes on an Ode to a Pimple-Lyric Spawned by Phalkon's Greasy Face", the poete asks us to consider the possible postmodernity of his poeme; the 'neo-limerick' movement being the driving force behind his structure. But, he asks, could such an opinion be seen as 'improper'? After all, as the postmodern pimpliterature canon tells us, aren't all opinions correct?!?
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replying on self-suffocation by Phalkon
10 Feb 2007, 2:45 AM
Hahahahahaha
But seriously, do you want to know why this has been slammed?
But seriously, do you want to know why this has been slammed?
replying on Cupid Missed Two Junkies (slightly clearer, rambling draft) by Ranger
9 Feb 2007, 7:25 AM
Thanks, Supreme - I did intend to return to this a while back but never got round to it. Maybe I will in the coming weeks, especially with the suggestions (yours and others') which are certainly clearer than this poem is in its current format ;-) It's not even worth a seven as of yet but we shall see what an edit can do for it. Thanks once again :-)
on Stone Tablets by fevriere
8 Feb 2007, 9:38 AM
Brilliant, every teenager should read this.
Stone broke waiting for my last paycheque to come through, so I have a shelf full of books and no life. That and being accused of excessive cheerfulness online sums up the Ranger existence currently. It's all good though. Doing anything interesting at work?
on Sunday night is Curry night by ==Doylum
8 Feb 2007, 8:49 AM
Genius
on a days journey by donmiguel1960
8 Feb 2007, 8:31 AM
What do you mean when you say 'today I've awoken week in spirit'? Is it a typo, or are you making a profound temporal and spiritual claim?
on Tea,One Night Stands and Smores by Bethy
5 Feb 2007, 7:40 AM
Sweet, good rhythm too