Re: 2am and sober in the digital age by nentwined |
Bill Z Bub 99.239.12.102 |
5-Mar-09/10:25 PM |
I have a feeling our email addy's will outlive us for longer that a moment. They may outlive the heat death of the universe.
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Re: Taste Ghazni by eliastemplar |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:26 PM |
insence -> incense
or rather, incense-like
hmm. better than I expected, from that; but still kind of plain. paint me more.
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Re: Unwind Again by dclark |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:26 PM |
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Re: diamond embedded once before & always by A. Nomaly |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:27 PM |
strange... good flow, but the context isn't quite there for me.
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regarding some deleted poem... |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:29 PM |
> I ignored you for a client
> that always spelt my name wrong.
ouch.
overall: ouch.
well done?
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Re: the invisible beauty by Prince of Void |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:30 PM |
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Re: Back to reality by Prince of Void |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:31 PM |
the edge of the ocean is just another's hell. or heaven we'd all get kicked out of. but it's nice to imagine?
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Re: Snorting the Cosmic Dust. by DreamerSupreme |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:33 PM |
my eyes blurred. you hit a constant tone that turned the words to mush (maybe I need more coffee).
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Re: To Poets Whose Writing is Fecal. by SupremeDreamer |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:33 PM |
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Re: To those that would teach poetry by INTRANSIT |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:35 PM |
relieving?
interesting piece.
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regarding some deleted poem... |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:37 PM |
ssssssssssssssssssssssssstrange, man.
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Re: mission statement by malpaso |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:39 PM |
two l's in ellipses.
the rest... eh. points for intent?
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Re: Final Dates, part 1: through gates of smoke and salt by Bill Z Bub |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:51 PM |
god damn dude.
yeah, that's personal. and eloquent. and evocative--I can feel it.
The odd thing is I feel like it hits too close to home to crit, but if I step back a bit, it's not my home.
So: if I were reading this @ GUD, I'd be thinking, wondering... this is really beautiful. But is there enough of a story, enough of an arc, enough "other" on top of the punch to the gut and its beauty? And I don't know, there. I'd let it sit and hope to get some response from others. And I think the response would tend to depend on who read it next.
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regarding some deleted poem... |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:54 PM |
you're making my brain hurt too much. dig the imagery, as well, but I don't entirely trust a coherence to seek for...
still, sure, a 7 on style, and hope.
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Re: Behind Closed Doors by Spirit52 |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:55 PM |
needs something more, I think.
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Re: The time doesnât matter by Prince of Void |
nentwined 75.83.196.201 |
5-Mar-09/10:58 PM |
I like the setting, but not the poem, and not where it ends. Still, I think you've got a seed here, if you can nurture it to grow (and I don't mean in length, so much).
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Re: prove me wrong by nentwined |
Blindpoetry 68.226.178.153 |
6-Mar-09/4:18 AM |
I liked the title, "Prove Me Wrong" lol
I'd love to prove you wrong. One of these days. I'll come back and be all like... well, we'll see. ;)
Actually: I've never had certainty much. And innocence to the world went gone after a few months ago. hm...
I like how it's a list. And every last line goes together. :)
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Re: Final Dates, part 1: through gates of smoke and salt by Bill Z Bub |
Bill Z Bub 99.239.12.102 |
6-Mar-09/5:41 AM |
...aaaaand I now regret posting this. Ah my old friend regret. Never seem able to get rid of you.
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Re: Going to Michigan for the weekend by <~> |
Bill Z Bub 99.239.12.102 |
6-Mar-09/5:58 AM |
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Re: Final Dates, part 1: through gates of smoke and salt by Bill Z Bub |
Bill Z Bub 99.239.12.102 |
6-Mar-09/6:09 AM |
Deleted second half of this. Now it is incomplete, but then, it IS part one. The story isn't over, is never over until the two old ravens fly free and the the words become meaningless scratches in the clay of our existence.
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