you're upset because horus8 insulted you? lol.

recruiter just before the doc com bust & a good offer.

Company's 1/4 the size now and the salary no longer so great, but I get 10 weeks holidays per year and I'm too lazy to move. But fuck I miss speaking English with native speakers.

you are a deeply sadistic bastard. And you keep destroying my keyboards.

I get the sense that Nance has a better than average eye for technique but somewhat rigid ideas what constitutes suitable subjects for poetry.

I thought this was wry and funny and vivid, and it rings quite true, but perhaps only if you've spent time being responsible for toddlers, and been self-aware enough to see yourself overreacting.

you have to use unique email addresses.

?? You aren't seriously paying attention to the votes, are you? With the Cristals & SuburbanWannabeePsychos anonymously spraying teenage toilet pomes with tens? Pomeranker is uncensored and unmoderated, which is in general a very good thing, but ya gotta sort the pomes and posters into levels for yourself, and ignore or be amused by or have a little fun ranting against the shit. But don't delete your pomes. The worst I could imagine you posting would be more satisfying to read than the bulk of what's on the "best" list. The votes are level-sorted too. If you are given an 8 and one of the kids who seems to be genuinely trying to learn posts something a little better than usual and is given a 9, you don't actually believe the world at large, or at least the audience worth caring about, thinks your pome is "worse" in an absolute sense, do you? Besides more than half the voting going on is revenge voting from the angst-ridden teenagers (or the house megalomaniac) flipping out because you didn't buy their opus as an exemplification of immaculate genius.

Thanks. I learned first hand about the voices of owls after taking acid at the top of a very high mountain, far above the treeline, and having owls whirring around me all night. In the morning there were owl pellets around on the peak.

well I suppose that depends on whether you feel stroking, sliding, surrounded and swallowed constitutes we did, or not. This usually depends on whether you're accuser or accusee.

I would be more than happy to hear any specific suggestions you have.

Read what I wrote again, then read what you wrote again, and see if you're not (on second go-round) able to see how completely you misinterpreted what I was saying.

First of all, I wasn't talking about your painting, how could I have been, I know nothing of it. I was talking about painting only to continue with your own analogy. I also wasn't, and haven't, commented on this pome. I have no comments for it. The use of language, though there are problems here and there, is certainly far above that of the teeny poets I typically rail on. I could offer comments on language use, but you've hardly shown yourself amenable to receiving them.

I purposely included van gogh in the discussion, because he HAD no formal training (you complete fucking idiot). He did, however spend a FANATICAL amount of time studying and learning to paint.

Secondly, how were able to miss the fact that I was not in any way heaping hate and jealousy on "outside artists" but on the contrary expressing admiration and respect for the great lengths the REAL iconoclasts (as safely judged by history) go to to attain their unique skills.

Judging from your basic ability to put together English sentences, I'm pretty sure you didn't actually read my comment. It would be difficult for me to imagine someone with at least that much ability for writing to have such a complete lack of ability to comprehend my (I feel) rather lucid and level-headed comment.

Dark Angel's use of language shows prodigious knowledge of the rules of English. He can describe shit in sentences so elegantly and wittily constructed that I--and I haven't the slightest hint of a scatological fetish anywhere in my being--enjoy reading about shit. His limericks are, in fact, limericks. His sonnets are, in fact, sonnets -- breaking the rules only purposely, and to great effect generally. His limericks aren't limericks and his sonnets sonnets by accident, or even because he's talented (and he is talented), but because he crafts his language. He's certainly mastered and has a full awareness of rhythm and rhyme...in short, he's absolutely the wrong person to cling to in your pursuit of this benighted notion of yours that you're a foot soldier in the freedom fighting poetry army battling to save the world from dogmatism and categorization by eschewing all technique.

"you missed the mark of analization totally, kudos for trying"

you unsufferable little twit, can you really be unaware of the fact that zodiac writes, thinks, and analyzes whole levels of levels above you? Come on.