Crakyamuni
on Paris 1941-63 by Mister Cakes
8 Feb 2005, 12:03 PM
"Got more soul than a sock with a hole." Doom.
I'm not sure about the reference to the time period, but I think socks have sentimental value for poets.
From some story about an angel on a rock that I don't know. How we try to keep our stories in stone.
There's apparently cats who will dance
When at dark they at last have the chance
Blah blah blah yadda yadda
For us to care, dude, you've gotta
The conceit with some PO'TRY enhance.
Sorry, I don't get it. Most of the poem seemed as if the character is choosing among competing doctrine, then we find out she already has a fatherless son -- indicating she's already made a choice. Maybe I'm not steeped enough in christian sects to understand this.
i like the double-meaning of "rings": "fusion rings" and "rings like".
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An average but drowsy diary entry might be better recieved from your Grandmother. I like nostalgia, it places us in the present, but this is not a poem.
where did you learn how to write like that?
wow man thats badass. a superfly -10-
Very clear and direct. A good picture. I would scratch the last two lines to give the reader more to ponder, less to be told.
Misspelled thighs.
Bravo motherfucker.
I very much doubt you are an authoritative source on theology, so anything you write about religion per se is going to be misinformed and consequently valueless. The bit where you bring together the Lutherans and methodists and catholics and represent them as a kind of hierarchy is I guess interesting, but you go too far in your conclusions later on, and what the hell is all this about spewed from the mouth of god. The metaphor is utterly random and unrelated to the rest of the poem. I thought metaphors had to be built up.
He spent 22 years in a sock?
Champs-Elysées with some French dude named Jacques?
Unless "sock" is a metaphor,
For the crucial part of a whore --
In which case Mister Cakes is a cock.