on father Worked Nights by poetandknowit
27 Aug 2002, 10:46 PM
there you go, p&k, using the banal or your steel again
on Confessor's Nightcap by Limness
27 Aug 2002, 1:28 PM
so, what do you do for fun, other than lend an ear??
well, the structure is lovely, but i can't get past pronouncing it 'ess-plah-nahd' which kills the rhyming. i'm going or it being a woman's name, in my own little world o' understandings and the like. i like it--it twirls me around the room as i read it; i suppose that the act that i want to know what E is has absolutely no bearing on whether or not i will ever get that answer. care to tell us, wulf?
on some deleted poem
27 Aug 2002, 10:29 PM
very uneven, which i suspect you were striving for, but it needs more than that to work well. i eel the slipping, though, and want to eel it more. work with that? go in 1 direction.
on some deleted poem
27 Aug 2002, 11:04 PM
i'm feeling an awkward transition between 'til i got it hurting right' and 'and i still dream'. the rhythm alters; i skip a beat, but not enough of them to get there...also, don't forget you have wings, birdie. this is a clear-voiced song; i think the warbling is an affectation or the tourists. nothing better than a tame outside that lets you in, into the tempest
p&k, i usually do leave quiet those things i am close too. i think this one will stay, and the other one, without metaphos, as mrs g nailed it, will find it's way back into the annals of 'things i thought once but don't want to ever see again, or else i'd have to admit to...' you know the file i mean? any way, it wouldn't be the first poem to appear for a limited engagement, and then disappear into the dark from whence it came...
on Intense Irrational Realities by Venus
27 Aug 2002, 11:27 PM
is this one of those, 'i'll show you mine' jobbers? heheheh. seriously, though, you could tighten this by dropping 'child's' in s3--it's unnecessary; maybe say 'cradled in antique gold'
? musings, musings...
? musings, musings...
on some deleted poem
27 Aug 2002, 1:23 PM
alone again, naturally.
on Midnight at the pool by flatliner
27 Aug 2002, 1:27 PM
i love that dance! dance often, my friend!
on The Hand of God by Christof
27 Aug 2002, 8:29 AM
ironic, well done
on <{Grasping^Grendals}> by Bachus
27 Aug 2002, 1:50 PM
she will never love you as much as her sleep! nor even as much as thr fragrant and detatched armpits of sodding peasants! other than that, i'm okay, you're okay. nice piece.