replying on Charles and Eddie by Nicholas Jones
25 Feb 2003, 6:16 AM
Hello again Mr. Christof. The name of the poem was, of course, inspired by the aforementioned early 90s pop duo, although I don't the connection goes any further than that. The first section was originally an entirely different poem, and I bolted the two together, like the Beatles did with 'Baby You're a Rich Man'. You keep all your money in a big brown inside a zoo, what a thing to do.
replying on Say the Word 'Trousers' Without Laughing by Nicholas Jones
25 Feb 2003, 6:11 AM
It's not really meant to achieve anything. It just amused. If you've never read the novel 'Lucky Jim', or hrard the record 'Donald Where's Your Troosers?' by Andy Stewart, you'd probably just assume I was talking nonsense. Which I probably was anyway.
on Crucifixion by Mr Pig
21 Feb 2003, 3:49 AM
This is much better than the other two. The bread and wine must only mix inside the body; internalisation of himself. Now, are these sincere Christian poems (i.e. are you writing from a position of faith) are are you simply using the imagery? In a sense what the poet actually believes shouldn't matter, but I'm curious.
on Resurrection (for Gods Wife) by Mr Pig
21 Feb 2003, 3:46 AM
This is theologically unsound. Jesus lived in the desert for forty days. Also, why does Judas get a capital lettter and Jesus doesn't? Is this very clever and ironic, or just a typo?
on Revelation ( 666 ) by Mr Pig
21 Feb 2003, 3:40 AM
Derivative. Recycling of cliches. Not very good. Sorry.
on April Showers by mindsigns
18 Feb 2003, 7:55 AM
Your a bit too early. Maybe in April I'll empathise. But today is very cold and windy. So cold and windy your head hurts if you forget your hat.
on While mining in Tanzania by Bachus
10 Feb 2003, 2:56 AM
This is really dire. And it ain't a limerick.
on Morning Rainbows by Spindle
6 Feb 2003, 7:12 AM
After the first two lines, I expected some Sylvia Plath esque darkness was going to be there under the ironically placid surface. It never happened. Gutted.
replying on Charles and Eddie by Nicholas Jones
6 Feb 2003, 6:58 AM
I'm glad you're confused, that's kind of the point. The rhyming sections are sort of a pisstake, but not entirely.
on NASA Fireworks by TheDevil
2 Feb 2003, 4:14 AM
Full marks for speed and topicality. Two out of ten for versification. Zero for taste.
on (e0)(af)(87e0) by nentwined
28 Jan 2003, 5:09 AM
I guess there's a point in there somewhere. Come out, come out, wherever you are!
on Hermes Trigamestus (was not a monk edit) by Jeremi B. Handrinos
28 Jan 2003, 4:53 AM
Jeremi (if that is your real name) are you Horus8 gone undercover, deep into the darkest recesses of poemranker where his reputation will not preceed him. By the way, this neatly deconstructs the traditional haiku.
replying on Coastal Path by Nicholas Jones
28 Jan 2003, 4:49 AM
I agree it finished too quickly, but it was long enough already. It focuses on the preliminaries and the journey, not the destination. By the way, although it's pretty irrelevant, this did really happen.
replying on Nobody by Nicholas Jones
28 Jan 2003, 4:46 AM
Thank you.
replying on Emergency by Nicholas Jones
28 Jan 2003, 4:43 AM
I like the September 11th interpretation (and it does fit, the stairwells and corridors and stuff), but I actually wrote this poem long before that - according to Word, February 2001. This highlights an important fact about literature - while it is perfectly acceptable to read your own experience into a poem, this can never be taken as representative of the author's intention. I'm afraid Jeremi, you've committed the intentionalist fallacy. Maybe I just had some kind of freaky premonition.
on mornings, january by <~>
27 Jan 2003, 3:52 AM
In the Welsh climate my hair just gets wet. Oh for some ice and snow!
on At The Gas Station by Tsoots
27 Jan 2003, 3:48 AM
Disjointed, but nice.
on Starving at Tiffany's by horus8
24 Jan 2003, 8:04 AM
I apologise for breaking into such a bad song earlier. And all the typos while I did so.
on The darkest woods ever by Shardik
24 Jan 2003, 8:03 AM
Very atmospheric. As ever, about the gap between reality and perception - or, to use Kantian terms, noumenon and phonemenon. Also, the last line reminds of a song by Half Man Half Biscuit called 'The Light at the End of the Tunnel is the Light of an Oncoming Train'. And anything that reminds me of the mighty merseyside combo must be good!
on Starving at Tiffany's by horus8
24 Jan 2003, 7:51 AM
And I said what about Brekfast at Tiffanies?
And you said I think I remember the film
And then you said well we both kinds of liked it
And I said well that's one thing we got
And you said I think I remember the film
And then you said well we both kinds of liked it
And I said well that's one thing we got