This poem!

Oh yes, GW is so sweet and me and the other US readers, well, we are the ugly americans. For the last time I was simply talking about your poem! You have gone off the deep end with this. And you know, final thought, as you throw around the lovely term martyr.If it was not for religion we would not be in half the mess were are. I am sorry your writing in this poem doesn't interest me. Call me heartless, call me whatever, but the fact is it is rather weak and in need of another draft. Geez. Thanks GW for taking it out of the realm of the poem. That is what she wanted! I wasn't biting.

There you go. You are telling me in the comments what I want to see and feel in the poem. You do not have to explain the situation to me. I am well aware of what anfal means and what was done and is being done to the kurds but both Iraq and Turkey. Maybe not on a personal level but on an intellectual level. I could care a less what you title your poem. But I do care about the content. Like I said yesterday it was when you started rattling of the names of the villages that it meant something to me. Until then I felt the poem drifted. If you want to discuss international relations I would be more than happy to but not in this forum. This is about poetry, and again if you can get what you are commenting about into the poem effectively, you fail to convince me of everything you are saying artistically.

Do you ever write anything that makes a half a bit of sense?

Yes, I choose to write what I know and it does not have much to do with birds. And I think I do it effectively. The stuff is actually quite simple and I am not trying to thrust an artistic experience on anyone. I do not have any notions of the artistic experience, considering I am a journalist. I never make banal statements like "life sucks" or write depressing pimple poems about mundane overburdened subjects. And if you continue to write about birds, I will continue to make note of it. Love P&K.

Damn you are nice. Thanks for extending my outburst into the cultural side. I stayed away!

Actually, this poem is a bit of a joke. Anyway, merry old England does not have an urban working class and domestic violence. The ratio of wife beater does not go up after a big soccer match loss.

I haven't been so kind to the 9/11 tributes today. And I really pissed off Amaliea (she didn't like my Starbucks tribute haiku), among others.

The test was due to royalflesh deleting my comments. I thought I was banned!!

I know this may sound hard to believe, but I removed some harsh words that upon reflection and the situation the poem deals with, I felt were inappropriate.

Of course, I am a product of my culture, but I am looking at a fucking poem. The context of the poem, the language, the images, etc. I am bringing nothing to the table when I read this for the first time and am reading your work for the first time. Now that I know your work, I will bring something to the table. I am not sure why you want to make this more than it is. I am attacking the poem not you or your culture. I could care a less about that. So why attack mine, when you have no idea what it is or where I am. It is the poet's job to put me in the poem, to make me understand. There are a good many things I do not do or understand, but when a good poet or writer communicates effectively, I am there (i.e war, holocaust, sitting in a little hut eating goat stew when some crazy son of a bitch decides he wants to gas his own people). I am sorry if you want to make it something else, whether cultural or religious, but I am not going there. I realize I am not Kurdish or have not experienced what happened to the Kurdish people but a good poem will make me feel like I have. Read my work. It may not take on subjects like Anfal, but I will take you down Colfax Ave in Denver on a cold night hungry and in need of a smoke and you will feel the cold, the pangs in your stomach and the ache of needing. This poem does not do that, at least in my opinion.

Good-night Frass. Don't be mad. Your pal, PAKI

Ahhh! Was that you who gave my comment the boot? And here I thought it had some secret to do with Nentwhistle. Go into your poem and hit reply and then type in what your need to say then poof - like that the whole world bears witness. But in order to see it, you must hit see all replies in the comments.

Thank you for the vote. Unfortunately in your wildest dreams, you would never be able to write at this level. But an angry 2 I'll take. If your poem comes up in the random file, I will comment on it. I am not sure what your found so insulting. It is not as if I said it was rubbish. You are the Starbucks girl, correct?