replying on Alert me by T. Jonathron Remp
1 Nov 2005, 8:59 AM
My aunt says it was a mix-up on my birth certificate, but my birthparents insist the interposed R is reminiscent of the traditional Latvian spelling: Jéuanaethroÿon.
replying on Stop stalking me, eventually by T. Jonathron Remp
8 Sep 2005, 10:47 AM
he took my panda
replying on Stop stalking me, eventually by T. Jonathron Remp
7 Sep 2005, 7:18 PM
hahahhha
on Parrallelogram Perry Como by Crakyamuni
6 Sep 2005, 10:05 AM
"?in the sea / in the sea" looks like a console query
on Katrina by jessicazee
2 Sep 2005, 10:29 AM
Could be really good, but the line "The quarter is French" is quite odd. Almost as odd as the French. Perhaps that's what you meant by it...
on The Absense of God by Bluemonkey
2 Sep 2005, 7:40 AM
Not deep enough to be a repudiation of omnipresence; just deep enough to be flooded, gutted, and razed.
on Stranger by MacFrantic
2 Sep 2005, 7:35 AM
Third stanza is a bit shaky. Otherwise good. *8*
replying on I've often been known to make people laugh by T. Jonathron Remp
1 Sep 2005, 12:10 PM
I like your suggestion. Thank you
replying on I've often been known to make people laugh by T. Jonathron Remp
1 Sep 2005, 11:26 AM
Do you have a suggestion for a change?
on Comment Ranker (Favorites) by MacFrantic
1 Sep 2005, 9:25 AM
[Comment Ranker (Favorites) by MacFrantic]
"This poem makes me want to impregnate your daughter, then impregnate the resulting child, and continue that trend for twelve hundred iterations resulting in a child so twisted and recursive in form as to be worthy of being smeared across your face. *4*"
"This poem makes me want to impregnate your daughter, then impregnate the resulting child, and continue that trend for twelve hundred iterations resulting in a child so twisted and recursive in form as to be worthy of being smeared across your face. *4*"
replying on ... by Jezabele-In-Hell
1 Sep 2005, 9:15 AM
All I meant to say is that "you" can't be stuck within "yourself" because "yourself" and "you" are the same thing. You can't ever say that a Set A is within Set A because it doesn't make any sense; The boundaries of "you" and "yourself" are always identical and so there can be no way for one to be within the other. When you say that there is an "I" that is different than and within "myself," they are claiming that the mind is something different or beyond the physical brain. However, if you meant to say that your brain is stuck within your body, then that is reasonable, since Set A (your brain) is different than Set B (your body). Anyway, I apologize for the confusion. I just meant to say that the last line seemed specious to me at the time.
replying on I'm too friggin' rich to even title this poem by T. Jonathron Remp
1 Sep 2005, 8:28 AM
What movie?
replying on The Right Thing To Do by Bethy
31 Aug 2005, 12:08 PM
I went scouting for foreign and exotic rhymes to use in my poems. Consider this couplet from a Yetxarian death-tribe in the Pelmati Desert: Ixkapa detripontix flovixkeragla vope / Trixdapa hetripontix plovixteragla kope. Which means: Ten nights without water / Same as one night without [untranslatable word that means something along the lines of sex+music+shot-from-cannon+pastry]. They are considered to be some of the most thrill-seeking zen-trance masters in their quadrant; they sleep/meditate for hours upon hours and then suddenly jump up and thrash about for minutes, followed once again by deep mind-hibernation.
replying on Geraldine Florentine, MD by T. Jonathron Remp
31 Aug 2005, 11:49 AM
Yes but only if you send a picture
on The Right Thing To Do by Bethy
31 Aug 2005, 9:59 AM
Good and memorable poem
replying on Geraldine Florentine, MD by T. Jonathron Remp
30 Aug 2005, 1:49 PM
<>_<>!
replying on Come back to me Nancy (or if not, then Faye) by T. Jonathron Remp
10 Aug 2005, 11:23 AM
Well thank you. It came to me in a blinding flash. Actually, it was more like a series of blurry bursts. Well, come to think of it, it was in fact closer to a long, dim hum of myopia.
on Stream of Consciousness (#1) by Enkidu
10 Aug 2005, 8:50 AM
Immediately remove your keyboard, shellac it, and donate it to the local museum. Next, buy a new one and finish this novel. Run straight home, Charlie: This. Is. Your. Golden. Ticket.
on Stream of Consciousness (#2) by MacFrantic
10 Aug 2005, 8:48 AM
fallen within the drenched raincoat she finds a penguin cavity filled with desire to run and roam and make pool noodles out of foam