| Re: a comment on Love, Fair by MacFrantic |
27-Apr-04/5:30 PM |
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Ask him if the use of "A statue of apprehension" in this poem is guff.
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| Re: a comment on Love, Fair by MacFrantic |
27-Apr-04/4:18 PM |
1. You can have "a statue in the shape of his".
2. Can you tell me what a "statue of apprehension" looks like? No. Perhaps something like Liberty fearing choking on the Fonz's enormous glans, but not like Sleeping Beauty. Which makes both MacFan's explanation and yours crap.
For once I've been blathering about something which I actually believe, which is that it's a silly crap thing to say "a statue of apprehension." MacFan, I tend to like your posts, probably a lot more than -=Dark_Angel=- does, but I think this one's pretty bad. Okay?
End Transmission.
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| Re: a comment on Love, Fair by MacFrantic |
27-Apr-04/12:48 PM |
1. & 3. are the same thing. Neither of them work for apprehension, denoting as they do possession or origin.
2. The abstraction 'Liberty' has long been personified, as have 'Brittania' (or Britain), 'Spring', and 'Hope', among many others. In France, where the Statue of Liberty comes from, Liberty has been represented as a woman for hundreds of years. The Statue of Liberty, then, is a statue of the woman Liberty, who represents the quality liberty. There is no widely-known personification (or anythingfication, really) of apprehension.
4. Doesn't work either.
Perhaps I would have better said 'A statue of apprehension' just doesn't sound good to me. It doesn't immediately connote anything for me. But I find I've finished my Blake paper with no time to spare and must off to the Professorium to deliver it while wrapped gently around a throbbing cock, after which I will go somewhere sunny and sleep until tomorrow. This is as much of a 'life' as I desire right now.
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| Re: Detroit by <{Baba^Yaga}> |
27-Apr-04/12:23 PM |
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Do you think Detroit is more, or less, evil that L.A.? Other submissions will be accepted, especially if they are Atlanta or Miami.
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| Re: a comment on Love, Fair by MacFrantic |
27-Apr-04/11:54 AM |
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A statue in the shape of apprehension.
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| Re: a comment on Love, Fair by MacFrantic |
27-Apr-04/11:52 AM |
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Actually, yes, in the sense that a 'statue of mashed potatoes' means an 'unmoving object filled with [and made of] mashed potatoes', but I somehow doubt that's what you meant.
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| Re: a comment on Love, Fair by MacFrantic |
27-Apr-04/11:49 AM |
"*statue of apprehension* means *unmoving object filled with fearful anticipation*," --
Nope.
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| Re: a comment on Of Gods & Beast In Villanelle by Bachus |
27-Apr-04/11:23 AM |
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Fear of Garbage, I have to nominate you for Current Sexiest Poemranker User, especially in light of the recent sudden abdication of that post by Joe-joe. Jesus, you're enough to make an old man consider pederasty.
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| Re: a comment on Equality by sarah |
27-Apr-04/9:49 AM |
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You have the aura of election upon you.
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| Re: a comment on Herman by richa |
27-Apr-04/9:22 AM |
"He leaned toward me and put his face inches from mine. âYou have the aura of election upon you,â he breathed. I hoped he was talking about my poetry. I moved back and took the manuscript and turned it around so he could read. The next thing I knew, his heavy, boneless hand was hot on my thigh. I lurched away. âThis is not what I meant,â I stammered. The whole thing had suddenly taken on the quality of a bad horror film. The floor spun. By now my back was against the sink, which was as far away as I could get. He moved toward me. I turned away from him toward the sink and found myself vomiting. Bloom disappeared. When he reemerged - from the bedroom with his coat â a moment later, I was still frozen, my back against the sink. He said: âYou are a deeply troubled girl.â Then he went to the table, took the rest of his sherry, corked the bottle, and left."
- [Famous feminist Blake scholar] Naomi Wolf describing being sexually harassed in 1983 by [even more famous sexist Blake scholar] Harold Bloom
"I can't help it. I was born with this face of an aged lecher."
- sexist Blake scholar Harold Bloom, responding to her charges
For proof, take a look at http://tinyurl.com/2q5fl
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| Re: a comment on Herman by richa |
27-Apr-04/8:43 AM |
Ringo was a decent drummer. Here's some Blake for you:
"God bless thy poor bald pate. God bless. thy hollow winking eyes
God bless thy shriveld beard. God. bless. thy many wrinkled forehead
Thou hast no teeth old man & thus I kiss thy sleek bald head
Heva come kiss his bald head for he will not hurt us Heva"
- Tiriel 2:32-35
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| Re: a comment on Herman by richa |
27-Apr-04/8:37 AM |
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Yes, I'm including poemranker poetry in that appraisal.
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| Re: a comment on Herman by richa |
27-Apr-04/8:35 AM |
Didn't I?
5 more pages. I'm currently stealing sources quoted in other articles and quoting them as independent citations, for which I will surely burn in criticism hell, alongside any professor gufftuous enough to assign a source quota on a graduate research paper. The bad news is, despite my best efforts Blake's still a monstrously guffy woman-hating curmudgeonly spaz and producer of some of the most illiterate poetry ever to stain my eyes.
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| Re: Herman by richa |
27-Apr-04/8:19 AM |
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Punctuate after honeypot.
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| Re: Lose That Too ! by recherche |
27-Apr-04/7:16 AM |
Since everyone is so all about this poem, I've decided to post a list of things in it that just don't make any goddamn sense, in no particular order except that they irk me.
1) The thing with the spaces before the punctuation.
2) Breezes as they wail is stupid and just for the rhyme. What in god's name are wailing breezes doing in a pastoral, um, pasture, anyway? When, in a fit of boredom, I rewrote this poem to be about pants, I changed dale to dell and wail to smell. I liked it much better.
3) 'Nighttime as they wane' - also just for rhyme and meter.
4) 'daffolds' is not a word.
5) Marigolds wouldn't be 'Sweet with daffolds' anyway.
6) 'gaze of night'
7) The last two lines are a semantic train-wreck. Why didn't you just say "I'm sure I'd lose that too !" Oh, wait, because that would only change the triteness and nonsense level of this poem by .0001 percent.
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| Re: a comment on D.I.V.O.R.C.E. by elizabethann |
26-Apr-04/7:57 PM |
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It could be Detective Ironshoe's Vast Organization of Roving Crack Enforcers.
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| Re: Of Gods & Beast In Villanelle by Bachus |
26-Apr-04/7:54 PM |
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| Re: a comment on Equality by sarah |
26-Apr-04/7:22 PM |
See "Untitled (A Dark Angel Litmus)" (Free verse) by Geschäftsreise
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| Re: a comment on A Proclamation to Our Lord by Joe-joe |
26-Apr-04/7:59 AM |
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"It pleases the Master that even the house-slaves and the field-slaves obey his edicts concerning the plums. Some day, perhaps, the dribblings which have touched his plummy lips will be gathered by those wretched souls and fought over in the Quarter unto the last sweet giblet. He has taught them to hope for Heav'n, and to fear the Foreman's cat-o-nine. But the enemy of the Master is himself, in that he chooses not to see what is obvious, and to deny the aboriginal trickery of the crafty slaves. He will suffer the price of his self-imposed blindness... For Big John shall cease to crouch only after he has stood beside the Master's bed in the dark and tasted the plums of the foolish Master..."
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| Re: a comment on evolution 9 by wilco |
26-Apr-04/7:07 AM |
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Great - nentwined's non-page-expanding program inserted a bunch of spaces in the URLs above. Watch out.
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