Re: a comment on Higher education by ecargo	Dovina 17.255.240.138	5-Jul-06/10:15 AM
Both of you are demented.
Re: Background Noise by Plaidypus	Zoe 84.13.181.246	5-Jul-06/5:19 AM
This reminds me of a poem by John Ash that I think was called 'A Novel'. This feels like it could be a whole novel in one poem.
Re: Prelude to Infidelity (edited) by Caducus	Zoe 84.13.181.246	5-Jul-06/5:14 AM
There is something really satisfying about the matter-of-fact statement and description here, although some of the images are a bit abstract for me like Tchaikovsky buying my wife...
Re: An Invitation From Poetry.com by scitz	Zoe 84.13.181.246	5-Jul-06/5:10 AM
Very funny!
Re: Aristocrats(Madlib for all those shock poets) by ALChemy	Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199	5-Jul-06/4:10 AM
The aristocrat format is rubbish. It is essentially: A man walks into a talent agent's office, and says, "We're a family act, and we'd like you to represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too old-fashioned." The man says, "But, this is really special." The agent says, "Okay, well what's the act?" He replies," Well my wife and I start fisting eachother. Meanwhile by son brings out our pet pregnant alsatian and induces the birth of her zygots by forcing his hand up her arse. My son then brings the embryonic alsatians and coaxes them into his Mother's vagina and she sqirms as the embryos wiggle in her clowns sleeve of a snatch. At this point my son pulls down his pants and arcs a rope of cum across my mouth which I gulp down. Once he's finished I bite off his cock and spit it up his arse. As a grand finale I take out grandma's glass eye and my son shits out his cock into her skull. She catches septicimia and we root her lifeless corpse with the dead alsatians head. All this time my wife is reading aloud the painfully self-obsessed poetry of Dovina whilst slicing the skin off my buttocks." The agent just sits in silence for a long time. Finally, he manages, "That's a hell of an act. What do you call yourselves?" "The Aristocrats!" The man replies.
Re: a comment on Aristocrats(Madlib for all those shock poets) by ALChemy	Stephen Robins 213.146.148.199	5-Jul-06/3:59 AM
Dovina, That is so rubbish. Yours, A foul bag of rotten air.
Re: a comment on water falls by Bill Z Bub	Bill Z Bub 69.197.90.12	5-Jul-06/1:41 AM
Ahaaaaa Marck you liar.
Re: a comment on canada day by Bill Z Bub	Bill Z Bub 69.197.90.12	5-Jul-06/12:57 AM
ok, that was just a wild guess based on the word "cargo".
Re: a comment on Goliath by amanda_dcosta	amanda_dcosta 202.164.140.184	5-Jul-06/12:05 AM
Hi Paul... thanks. Looks like its food for thought for all of us. How are you? Haven't seen you around lately. .
Re: a comment on canada day by Bill Z Bub	Ranger 86.140.66.53	4-Jul-06/11:56 PM
Right nationality - wrong gender, I think you'll find.
Re: a comment on canada day by Bill Z Bub	Bill Z Bub 69.197.90.12	4-Jul-06/7:02 PM
Your name isn't familiar. ... INTRANSIT?
Re: a comment on O say, can you see? by Dovina	Dovina 70.38.78.229	4-Jul-06/1:40 PM
And walls they are, over which we cannot climb - tryanny, for one.
Re: a comment on O say, can you see? by Dovina	Dovina 70.38.78.229	4-Jul-06/1:35 PM
Thanks, Paul. I thought a bit of patriotism was in order today.
Re: Goliath by amanda_dcosta	some deleted user 64.140.227.3	4-Jul-06/1:35 PM
Amanda, great poem, I'll think of this every time I start to procrastinate--as I often do.
Re: The Angle of your Downfall by MacFrantic	Dovina 70.38.78.229	4-Jul-06/1:34 PM
I don’t know who this is about, but it sounds like one of the fallen TV preachers. You’ve made a good comparison to Icarus from Crete who flew by constructing wings made from feathers and wax. He was warned not to fly too low, lest his wings touch the waves and get wet, or too high, lest the sun melt the wax. But the young Icarus, overwhelmed by the thrill of flying, did not heed the warning, and flew too close to the sun whereupon the wax in his wings melted and he fell into the sea. The angle of YOUR downfall
Re: O say, can you see? by Dovina	some deleted user 64.140.227.3	4-Jul-06/1:04 PM
Nicely put Dovina--the last stanza is cracker jack.
Re: August 23, 1944 - 102 miles west of Paris by Ranger	some deleted user 64.140.227.3	4-Jul-06/12:55 PM
Great work Ranger--you sure do have a way with words. Could the birds struggle for purchase be because the trees were "grazed" away?
Re: Songs of the hedge bird by ALChemy	some deleted user 64.140.227.3	4-Jul-06/12:42 PM
A fantastic read from begining to end--beautiful work ALChemy.
Re: Hugo by little_angel_maria	little_angel_maria 201.201.28.2	4-Jul-06/9:22 AM
ok thank you for your critics that way you learn thank you :)
Re: Hugo by little_angel_maria	little_angel_maria 201.201.28.2	4-Jul-06/9:22 AM
ok thank you for your critics that way you learn than you :)