Re: a comment on 08:12AM Hiroshima by Caducus	Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199	27-Jul-06/7:57 AM
Thompson Twins
Re: a comment on Ode to the Irish Pub by mindsigns	Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199	27-Jul-06/7:51 AM
The Scottish are usually too strung out on Tennants and Smack to build on anything, instead they invite the English to build their homes for them. Whilst the Irish will gladly tarmac over anything as long as they get paid by Europe. I know this is a big generalisation and does not have enough factual reference points for Dovina, but the Irish "tiger" economy is increasing the number of white collar "professionals" who fancy their chances at a bit of social mountaineering. The misapprehension that primarily, but not exclusively, the Americans cling to, like a pair of 3-day old pants, is that the Irish are all Blarney talking, cheerful chaps who sing and dance and carouse. When they are actually a bunch of nasty bastards.
Re: a comment on 08:12AM Hiroshima by Caducus	Caducus 86.137.20.84	27-Jul-06/6:42 AM
OMD, Aztec camera, fun boy 3 and lloyd cole and the commotions made me the sullen guy i am today. Oh forget the smiths too.
Re: Life Goes On by Edna Sweetlove	Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199	27-Jul-06/6:10 AM
Nice end the rest is awful. The imagery of some early Edwardian poet. Like the poetry of Siegfried Sassoon before he went to war.
Re: a comment on Ode to the Irish Pub by mindsigns	ALChemy 71.75.188.163	27-Jul-06/6:08 AM
I think you're mixing the Scottish with the Irish. The Irish are simple living blue collar drunks who like to fight, sing and be as white as humanly possible. The Scotts are more like a mix of Irish and Jew. How do I know? I'm Scottish and Irish.
Re: 08:12AM Hiroshima by Caducus	Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199	27-Jul-06/6:06 AM
I much, much, much prefer the work of Orchestral Manouveres in the Dark.
Re: Ode to the Irish Pub by mindsigns	ALChemy 71.75.188.163	27-Jul-06/5:54 AM
You can't possibly be Irish.
Re: a comment on 08:12AM Hiroshima by Caducus	Caducus 86.137.20.84	27-Jul-06/5:02 AM
changed it slightly but still in that trap you dont like
Re: a comment on Ode to the Irish Pub by mindsigns	Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199	27-Jul-06/4:44 AM
You know Dovina you really are dense. You wander around the site like a bitter, deranged old hag without the ability to do anything apart from piss herself. Given the bulging amount of facts in your comment below, virtually brimming with your deep understanding of modern Eire whilst still managing to squeeze in your normal bilge about potato famine, laced with the normal dispersal of highly suggestive adjectives like "dangerous", I can't help but think there is a demand for a bit of gut and feeling in the construction of a debate over the Irish. In my experience of Ireland they are all greasy pikeys on the make with a view to building over everything.
Re: Slipping Outside (for a minute) by drnick	Dovina 12.72.43.135	26-Jul-06/8:30 PM
realizing some highness likely accompanied the writing of this, I'll go easy. "Falling with the devastation of a snowflake on the ocean." is a good line, but it's not a sentence, and I don't see how it ties in. And the "sentence" above it needs a comma or something, unless my highness equals yours.
Re: 08:12AM Hiroshima by Caducus	Dovina 12.72.43.135	26-Jul-06/8:21 PM
I can’t get much into this. Not because it’s badly written, (it's not) only because I’ve heard versions of it so many times. Isn’t it the way of clichés – they were mostly clever once, til “time stood still” on their cleverness, yet another cliché.
Re: a comment on A Time to Dance by Dovina	Dovina 12.72.36.74	26-Jul-06/3:47 PM
You’ve read the scientific things, of light and math and such. But there’s something deep within that won’t be satisfied without boogaloo and popping, heartfelt moves to emotional tunes. Again, extend your hand, Angel; the dance floor’s smooth.
Re: a comment on Ode to the Irish Pub by mindsigns	Dovina 17.255.240.138	26-Jul-06/11:32 AM
Someone so threatened by them he writes long diatribes with no basis beyond gut or feeling.
Re: a comment on Ode to the Irish Pub by mindsigns	ALChemy 71.75.188.163	26-Jul-06/10:17 AM
Who the hell overrates the Irish, besides maybe the Irish?
Re: Suicide Dream by Ranger	drnick 24.176.22.254	26-Jul-06/9:55 AM
I really love the image you've created with this one. So dark and eerie, which happens to be my favorite scene. I don't know how you do it, but you do it again and again. I'd like to read that short story if you ever do write it.
Re: Ode to the Irish Pub by mindsigns	Dovina 12.72.42.202	25-Jul-06/12:44 PM
Ah, Kinsale, of Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe, a hill town with narrow streets beside a harbor. It’s mostly pubs, restaurants and tourists today, but it was the last outpost for ships about to attempt the dangerous Atlantic crossings during the potato famine. And to sit there in a pub with tipper tipping against a bodran, singing Red-head Mary, Guinness in hand, yes, it makes the world go away. You’ve captured it well.
Re: a comment on A Time to Dance by Dovina	Dovina 12.72.42.202	25-Jul-06/12:22 PM
I see how the second verse could make a better beginning. Will consider that. I’d also like a waltz-like rhythm, even fox-trot, but doubt if I can do that. Thanks.
Re: a comment on A Time to Dance by Dovina	Dovina 12.72.42.202	25-Jul-06/12:21 PM
It would be nice to set a poem about dancing to music – something you could dance to. Hadn’t thought of that. The word “selfishness” may not be right; it’s a feeling of “everybody for themselves” that is so unlike my father’s attitude, and the thing I’ve come to miss. It’s so unlike dancing, where unless two people cooperate, you have chaos. I’ll search for a better word. Thanks for the ideas.
Re: A Time to Dance by Dovina	ecargo 167.219.88.140	25-Jul-06/10:25 AM
Not bad. I think the second verse is stronger as a beginning if you could work in the "daddy" bit elsewhere (title or otherwise). Also, and probably because it makes me think of Roethke's "My Papa's Waltz," I wish the rhythm was more, er, rhythmic, to suggest the dance. Here's how Roethke does it (mostly because I adore Theodore Roethke and will take any chance to quote him). In his version, it's all about rhythm, suggesting the waltz, and his choice of detail: The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; But I hung on like death: Such waltzing was not easy. We romped until the pans Slid from the kitchen shelf; My mother's countenance Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist Was battered on one knuckle; At every step you missed My right ear scraped a buckle. You beat time on my head With a palm caked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed Still clinging to your shirt.
Re: Nothing Broken, Nothing Saved by somemorepoetry	ecargo 167.219.88.140	25-Jul-06/10:20 AM
I like this a lot--an electronic age bacchanal. The title's a deliberate play on "nothing ventured, nothing gained"? This is probably my favorite line: "And so many naked bodies twisted up circuitry Signals flying everywhere and nowhere." The ending is good too. One thing threw me though: " We are the living truth. The inability of History to subjugate the human race and The inevitable victory of intellect." It comes out of nowhere, this god-voice exposition and really throws off the narrative, IMO. You don't really need it; it's all there in the rest of it.