on Our lord and saviour, the land of 60 million micks, as wonderful and noble as the pink empire. by ==Doylum
6 Sep 2002, 6:13 AM
well, now that you have a fancy new user name, i see the error of my ways, and retract my comment. forgive me, oh fancy-winged {--=D=--} i beseech thee
on Lines by OneFingerAnswer
4 Sep 2002, 10:29 PM
swank riddle.
on Zooidal Veldt by Wulf
4 Sep 2002, 9:11 PM
good idea, great conclusion. i'd like more punctuation to help facilitate understanding. even more, i'd like a solution
on Forbidden Love by beakism
4 Sep 2002, 9:03 PM
i think i'm in forbidden love!
on Thorns by poetandknowit
4 Sep 2002, 12:48 PM
fuck it, h. if you're going to keep revealing our darkest secrets, i'm going to have to go back for some more electroshock. i know how much you liked it last time. you jess kepp yore little self still, and focused, on things that everyone enjoyed...cleaning up those smelly kneepads, for one
on God's Rod (toilet drink poem) by horus8
3 Sep 2002, 1:05 PM
upon reading this again, i feel the pull of the flush, sucking me into the vortex, the void. alas, my left nipple is dry...
on She Thinks Of Men Waiting by Christof
3 Sep 2002, 11:01 AM
maybe she'll--think of men waiting--to get in on it. personally, i prefer a higher man-to-woman ratio, but, what the hell.
on She Thinks Of Men Waiting by Christof
3 Sep 2002, 10:40 AM
hey, can i get in on this going-to-bed business? i'd not be missed...at least for a few hours, anyway.
on Black Heart by brazen
3 Sep 2002, 10:20 AM
well, almost. but i am a painter, and if i missed a stroke, i'd rub it out and repaint it or if it was dry by the time i saw it could be better, i'd overpaint it when it dried. michaelangelo repainted certain parts of the ceiling in the cistine chapel several time (esp. the hands of god and man); many many paintings upon examination (x-ray, cleaning) are found to have been changed from their original composition. this is what makes someone better--seeing how they can improve, and taking every opportunity to do so. i'm not trying to be 'right'; i recognize that you had something to say. if you feel like this was a learning piece, somnething to be looked back on as in, 'see how far i've come', why did you put it here? why not put up new experiments? and think on what others who actively write have to say? off the soapbox now.
on Evensong by Nicholas Jones
3 Sep 2002, 8:50 AM
so disappointing, to want to find more, and see only the architecture of men. i could never find god in a church, except, one time, at yorkminster abbey, when i heard the choir rehearsing, and felt the breath of something MORE than me...but then it was gone... ah, i may have to write about that. thank you.
on She Thinks Of Men Waiting by Christof
3 Sep 2002, 8:47 AM
funny to think of a benign medusa. funny to think that someone with looks so wild would worry what others think...
on Father O Father O Father of Fools by dougsoderstrom
3 Sep 2002, 8:43 AM
good imagery, but then some that disconnect/make no sense. why does sight require tight skin on the face? kindled twigs? what?
on the mattress is a magnet by silvertongueddevil
3 Sep 2002, 8:38 AM
a warm and welcoming magnet indeed.
on Conversation Piece by timfowler
3 Sep 2002, 7:49 AM
i'd remember it forever
on Just One More Time by KatieKaBoom
3 Sep 2002, 7:34 AM
oh! the last line is too weak. the rest of it is great, though.
on Black Heart by brazen
3 Sep 2002, 7:29 AM
why brazen? aren't you interested in improving? did you spring full-formed and perfect from the brow of a god? your language is awkward and overfull in this piece. it is not good the way it is. i'm happy for you that you are happy with your writings the way they fall out of your fingers; i wouldn't want to meet your ego in a dark alley, though.
on To Diana, five years away by kawakurdi
31 Aug 2002, 4:50 AM
the words themselves ache with the loss.
on Come tonight I'm waiting by kawakurdi
30 Aug 2002, 8:23 PM
your words are alway like the wind in the trees to me, gently reassuring, although i hardly ever feel what you have felt. still, there is a warmth to their tone that is inescapable. i rarely comment, because i only begin to understand. you have your own ocean.