poemranker ::20 most recent comments by poetandknowit (461-480) and replies

Comments bypoetandknowit, 461–480 back, including replies. Only comments on poems

replying on Transformers "a higher, vaster, deeper meaning". by Bachus 11 Dec 2002, 11:45 PM
I live 5280 feet above sea level. I do not have to worry about living underwater at this point.
replying on alienheart by Bill Z Bub 11 Dec 2002, 11:43 PM
What are you talking about. Of course I know what kindness is.
replying on alienheart by Bill Z Bub 11 Dec 2002, 11:34 PM
But I want to touch your area 51. Come on, please.
replying on A hard life by INTRANSIT 11 Dec 2002, 10:29 PM
Is it fiction? It has a stupid title? Have you read Jonathan Ames?
replying on A hard life by INTRANSIT 11 Dec 2002, 10:15 PM
I see, so you are drunk too.
replying on A hard life by INTRANSIT 11 Dec 2002, 10:04 PM
I have not read it actually. I just find the tile well amusing. And drinking is a gentlemanly activity that is done 1) while competing, say over a game of billiards or 2) over a good conversation, which varies with the amount ingested. It is not to be taken as a sport. Where are you manners?
Did you change the title or am I drunk. Now it makes even less sense. Was that the point?
replying on Transformers "a higher, vaster, deeper meaning". by Bachus 11 Dec 2002, 9:46 PM
I suppose not, although my most well loved poem has some 25 zeros, which would qualify for the worst. And I am more than a foot taller than your friend (sis), but that would barely make me a point guard in a pick up game.
replying on alienheart by Bill Z Bub 11 Dec 2002, 9:39 PM
I do know X-files, but I have never seen it. I have also heard of Twin Peaks (David Lynch) but have never seen it. I have never played D&D, but I have heard about it. I know who Jerry Seinfeld is but I have never seen his show? As I said, when it comes to TV pop culture I fail miserably. I have never done heroin, but I know what it is. I have never been in the Brig, but I also know what that is. I have never eaten at Boston Chicken, but there is one within two miles of my house. Anything else?
on A hard life by INTRANSIT 11 Dec 2002, 9:21 PM
. Is this about horus8? "and sit staring
jigging" this made me bend over with laughter. Granted the third vodka tonic helped, but this is comic genius. A work of heartbreaking staggering genius.
I suppose we need a proper form to let our past turn into nostalgia. I guess this rates up there with trying to sell T-shirts with a Tide box on it. Go figure.
replying on alienheart by Bill Z Bub 11 Dec 2002, 9:03 PM
Oh, I thought is where they tested atomic bombs and hangar 18 is where the kept the aliens. I have no idea who Scully is. I am completely out of touch with TV pop culture, but what a line.
replying on while you are away on the islands by poetandknowit 11 Dec 2002, 5:21 PM
You are now it the land of the idiots of this site. It is not a confessional poem. Sorry. Again, learn your terms before you debate me.
replying on On waiting to pick up my daughter on Tuesday by poetandknowit 11 Dec 2002, 5:19 PM
Sweetheart, you obviously are mistaking autobiographical with confessional. Learn your terms before you make a supersonic ass out of yourself. I am sorry you cannot bear a bit of criticism. That is sad But, dear, your poem needs work. It will be good with a revision. Love and kisses, P&K.
replying on Sparks, until Sunvalley. by <{Baba^Yaga}> 11 Dec 2002, 4:18 PM
Funny, you put a generation between us. I believe I am only a few years older than you, but I must admit I love pinball, still do. Never had the pleasure of owning Atari or coloeco )sp) or a TV for that matter. Maybe it is all those diplomas. Yes, my friend, it was that hard knocks on the streets of KC. The tinman here wandered day after day through the drug infested mean streets until one day I met this guy and did a favor for him...because everthing dies hours8 that's a fact, but maybe everything that dies someday comes back, put you makeup on fix your superman hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Culver City. Please define sad little man; I am actually quite tall, and I am not sad, I am happy. Are you happy hours8. Do you get free food from the Boston Chicken?

No all poetry is not confessional. Only a pretty boy would say that.

I changed my vote; feel better. This is a revolutionary work of heartbreaking, staggering genius.
replying on Sparks, until Sunvalley. by <{Baba^Yaga}> 11 Dec 2002, 3:10 PM
Hey, I know. I predicted your response. You are so far ahead of your time, man. Confessional poetry will be all the rage one day. And you my friend are doing things that no one else is doing. I was giving constructive notes. Take the big red nose off. You have nice images here, but a good deal of muck. But I know, slamming poets like yourself are above rewriting. It takes the edges off the work. It loses the prison mentality. Please. I think you would actually be more interesting if you were on heroin.
replying on Sparks, until Sunvalley. by <{Baba^Yaga}> 11 Dec 2002, 3:08 PM
I think if California (minus San Francisco) would fall into the ocean it would be a great news story. But first I would want the 40,000 goofs who traveled here in 1993 and started a craze that has lead to the ridiculous californiazation (sprawl, cars, sprawl, ugly buildings, look how pretty I am) of Colorado to go home and join the swim. Then we could work on building real culture and real cities again; (minus SF of course), but if we have to give it up, well we can build a new one on the chunk of land left over. Of course, the democratic party would take a beating, but they need to refocus anyway and find a new progressive direction. Maybe this would be the first step. Just maybe the world be a better place without Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson and Poison and soap operas and people who get off an sticking hands in cement.

replying on Sparks, until Sunvalley. by <{Baba^Yaga}> 11 Dec 2002, 3:05 PM
At least I gave you a 3.
replying on Xmas gifts list by lunar 11 Dec 2002, 2:50 PM
Like I said, he is fond of crap.
on Sparks, until Sunvalley. by <{Baba^Yaga}> 11 Dec 2002, 2:48 PM
Cut the confessional wanderings and the telling-to-much antics and focus solely on some on the better images of this poem and you may have something in the end. But I know, I know, this is really high art and I should just go fuck myself because when we are all long dead they will be studying this in schools going "why didn't anybody understand that this man was ahead of his time. The Jimi Hendrix of poetry."