Re: a comment on Racism 4 by Dovina |
19-Jan-06/11:43 AM |
Me thinks this site should be added to the suggested sites on the "about" page or something.
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Re: a comment on A tribute to our most precious Pearl by amanda_dcosta |
18-Jan-06/11:02 PM |
"I wanna be just as close as
the holy ghost is
and lay you doowwwn
in a bed of roses."- Bon Jovi.
Oh yes. A great poetic device indeed.
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Re: a comment on A tribute to our most precious Pearl by amanda_dcosta |
18-Jan-06/9:08 AM |
So...
This is hardly the place to worry about sounding unsympathetic.
Tell her what you think. Even if she won't change this poem your ideas may effect the next poem she writes. Anybody who complains about valid negetive criticism as being cruel is a total pussy.
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Re: a comment on Racism 4 by Dovina |
18-Jan-06/5:20 AM |
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Re: a comment on Racism 4 by Dovina |
18-Jan-06/4:58 AM |
He's probably been to this site then.
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Re: a comment on Racism 4 by Dovina |
17-Jan-06/4:11 PM |
I must have missed it in the cut and paste process. Not intentional.
I'm glad you know what he meant because folks have been arguing about the meaning of this poem since it was written.
But maybe that's the point. Maybe racism like this poem is not a matter of definition but a matter of personal opinion drawn from the need to not feel inferior. In the end the black boy feels superior to the english boy. He imagines he is superior and that in his superior ability to absorb God's light he wins the love of the white boy. At least that is another way the poem can be read.
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Re: a comment on Racism 4 by Dovina |
17-Jan-06/3:27 PM |
That and the Rocky 4 reference.
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Re: a comment on Racism 4 by Dovina |
17-Jan-06/3:26 PM |
William Blake
"The Little Black Boy"
From Songs of Innocence (1789)
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissèd me,
And, pointing to the East, began to say:
'Look at the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
'For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear,
The cloud will vanish; we shall hear His voice,
Saying, "Come out from the grove, my love and care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice."'
Thus did my mother say, and kissèd me,
And thus I say to little English boy.
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,
I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our Father's knee;
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him, and he will then love me.
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Re: "Joseph, Joseph" by Joe-joe |
17-Jan-06/3:19 PM |
It's a wonderful life ain't it?
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Re: a comment on angst of the saints by calliope |
17-Jan-06/3:01 PM |
God, you have to use that line in one of your stories.
Priceless.
I think your gettin' real close to the "Friends" formula.
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Re: Racism 4 by Dovina |
17-Jan-06/2:57 PM |
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Re: a comment on angst of the saints by calliope |
17-Jan-06/2:46 PM |
Right now, a book I bought at a yardsale called "The Practical Imagination; Stories, poems and plays. Before that I read Clive Barker's "Abarat". It's a guilty pleasure but he at least is far more creative than his contemporaries.
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Re: a comment on angst of the saints by calliope |
17-Jan-06/2:44 PM |
So do you believe I know women a little better than Zodiac yet?
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Re: Jailbird by zodiac |
17-Jan-06/2:31 PM |
I keep thinking that she might be one of the many souls floating around in this blue-gray purgatory of poetry and chooses not to let us know she's here.
This is my message to her:
Sure he's exceptionally smart and inciteful but like me he's a man and will eventually shoot himself in the foot. Please Mrs. Z, if you can, make as many of his decisions for him as possible.
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Re: a comment on angst of the saints by calliope |
17-Jan-06/12:06 PM |
You have the most lovely and delightful weirdness about you.
Absolutely legendary.
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Re: Sky All Around Me (goddess edit) by ecargo |
17-Jan-06/11:57 AM |
Make the flow of both stanzas more consistant with each other.
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Re: a comment on Sky All Around Me (goddess edit) by ecargo |
17-Jan-06/11:54 AM |
Ace.
Another bunny pulled from your hat.
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Re: a comment on angst of the saints by calliope |
17-Jan-06/11:49 AM |
My crap's not gold but my pee is. Close enough to alchemy I guess.
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Re: A Haiku by amanda_dcosta |
17-Jan-06/11:44 AM |
"Tell me more, tell me more, that you don't got her preg
Tell me more, tell me more, cause he sounds like a drag" -Grease
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Re: a comment on angst of the saints by calliope |
17-Jan-06/11:25 AM |
Yes calliope, so write lots of crap like Grisham, King, and Rice and watch the money roll in.
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