Re: a comment on It's Time by PoeticXTC	zodiac 69.132.67.140	28-Dec-05/5:36 PM
I'd say there's no such thing as "information" in its own right, just things you've heard and decided are true, for any number of logical reasons. The question you should ask -=Dark_Angel=-,P.I. when he gets back is "What is the minimum you'd have to program a supersupercomputer with for it to deduce everything else?" DOVINA: Deference! ZODIAC: Christ, he's a programmer and philosopher. What was I supposed to do, spit in his eye?
Re: a comment on It's Time by PoeticXTC	zodiac 69.132.67.140	28-Dec-05/5:30 PM
Hey, this is a really amazing conversation for two people who, for all appearances, have little first-hand experience of marriage. I've found it really, really informative. Would you greatly mind continuing it indefinitely? I'd be ever so interested and informed. re "Put into action": You're doing it again. Yes, yes, you know it makes no difference in your meaning, etc, etc, etc, to refer to something occuring naturally as "made" or "put into action". That's all fine. But *could* you phrase it my non-clodly way if you chose to? I bet not.
Re: a comment on It's Time by PoeticXTC	zodiac 69.132.67.140	28-Dec-05/5:27 PM
You've missed the mark on -=DA=-. Dovina will call this deference. Then I'll call her a slob. And so it goes. Care to join us in the Poemranker Dance of Death?
Re: a comment on It's Time by PoeticXTC	zodiac 69.132.67.140	28-Dec-05/5:25 PM
ZODIAC: You misused "incredulous". DOVINA: No I didn't. ZODIAC: Okay, you used it like a dope. "for", too.
Re: As we lay by rahson_s	Dovina 209.247.222.94	28-Dec-05/2:13 PM
It's like you wrote this quickly and sloppily - inconsistent capitals, unclear references, missing periods.
Re: a comment on It's Time by PoeticXTC	Dovina 209.247.222.94	28-Dec-05/2:04 PM
Well, what can a girl say when he's poured on the appearance of having swallowed his pride and told her she's the greatest? Oh, yes, she can say "Thank you, Dear, I knew you'd see it my way." And so I wish you a Happy New Year, which happens upon another complete revolution about the sun, following logical precepts, put into action long ago. Now off to work with you, and don't forget the milk.
Re: a comment on It's Time by PoeticXTC	ALChemy 24.74.101.159	28-Dec-05/1:48 PM
The universe can, did and someday will exist without logic as it has and will exist without us. Hardly integral darlin. Are you trying to say there's some logic that exists beyond the mind of living creatures? Wow. I give up. I don't know what you're insinuating with words like insuations but I believe I'll finish this debate the way Ralph always ended up. By swallowing my pride and saying "Baby, You're the greatest". Have a happy New Year Dovina.
Re: a comment on Ennui by Sisterwolf	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/12:27 PM
Thank you! My cognitive abilities range depending on stress and other health issues. But I am trying to be a big girl and use suggestions, not go postal. This info made everything clear for me. . .
Re: Regime Change by Nicholas Jones	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/12:23 PM
Your absolutes rock. This would be better as an essay, in my opinion. Needs a cleanup of punctuation and spelling, and you need a space between until and when. I think you have a good piece to trim and mold into a really nice essay.
Re: hah by xanthippe	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/12:15 PM
I have no legs because I am a superb example of frog-ness, and my legs really are my best feature. I wish I had something constructive to offer - but shock value poetry doesn't do it for me. No barbed comment back, please, I really care.
Re: hate by ts	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/11:55 AM
Was this a parody of poetry? Because if it isn't, you are not serious about your craft. I have but one suggestion, toss it and try again.
Re: Ah! That Love Would'st Lead Me by EggbertShootsFire	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/11:53 AM
I am setting myself for a blast from others, but - this really isn't bad - a little forced, but it does have the flavor of English poets of Blake's era. Personally, I love that kind of poetry, but you take a real risk posting it where it isn't seen in its best light. And would that I could leave him! "He, whose tone has pierced me through; Clad in white and softly smiling, With my tender heart left writhing, As these shameless tears renew." I would have put a comma after left - to emphasize writhing, but that's me, not you. This verse I chose was really strong, could use some tweaking, but it is very good. "And so, young poet, clad in black, merely a few things your words do lack. Hone thy skills with grace and labor, that they might not be smote with tabor."
Re: Mask by sk8boardandpoems	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/11:46 AM
Honey, I feel and share your hurt. You have a basis here for a good poem. Sometimes I cannot critique in the proper way, so with your forgiveness, I have written the poem another way - as a learning tool - your words are always yours. I'm not so happy, I fake it all All I desire is never have to crawl. Whenever I laugh or smile, it's fake enough to see for a mile. They laughed and made fun of me, without the courage to look in and see my thoughts, my feelings, my heart. My grades were bad, but I knew I was smart. When tears rolled down my face, they tied me with frayed and dirty lace. "Tie her hands first", they yell. Bury her in flowers so won't smell. As I listened to all of their plan, they took off my mask, I was a man. "Don't hurt him, they said, he's a boy. As they untied me and me aside, "How about her. Let's all decide." Prejudice came to live with me that day, that's all that, now I nothing more to say.
Re: AIDS in a van by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/11:35 AM
First, be adult enough not to answer my comment with some poisoned barb. . . I do believe you achieved your goal - this little tit has garnered more comments than decent ones. I was a Hospice Nurse for 25 years and regard AIDS with respect, presenting it in ways that will uplift and educate.
Re: Kaolin Fire is SHIT by poemwanker	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/11:31 AM
I am speechless!
Re: sick and demented by sk8boardandpoems	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/11:27 AM
I commited the same sin with punctuation - so this advise comes from experience. This is a wad of chewing tobacco that will choke the reader right into leaving. note - could of/NO - could HAVE/yes use caps for pronoun I - proofread for spelling and punctuation, as well as grammar. If you are new to poetry, please do not bristle at critiques - as I have a keen tendency to do. I assure you my remarks come from an Editor's standpoint and the desire to help young people use the English language.
Re: Im different so what? by xblackstarsx	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/11:21 AM
This sounds like a rant. Not to do with poetry, but anger. It looks hurriedly done and slapped together. Not capitalizing I - i - is an affectation. You must proofread or no one will take you seriously. I understand your rage - but present it boldly done, and seriously done. Spelling such as, Kewl always turns me off. Use the English language, we all know what cool is. Harness your emotions into well done form and they can give heft to your work.
Re: a comment on Ennui by Sisterwolf	Dovina 17.255.240.138	28-Dec-05/11:06 AM
I just checked. It's still there. Please do not delete it. Just change one of the titles. Thanks.
Re: Ode to necrophilia by Bobjim	Sisterwolf 207.69.137.41	28-Dec-05/11:05 AM
I think you are relying on shock value to carry your write. The lines "sorry, where was I", and "uh, anyway" really disturb the flow. Granny grinding and necrophelia are disturbing concepts that need to be offered with much more seriousness and devotion to art.
Re: a comment on Ennui by Sisterwolf	Dovina 17.255.240.138	28-Dec-05/11:04 AM
Well sister, your intentions are good and I'll help you. If you want to revise a poem, you can hit the "Edit" button. Make any changes you want to, ahd hit "Accept." When you posted another poem, similar to the first and having the same title, now that's original. You're doing fine, gal, hang in.