Re: Belabourin' Jack by middenHeap	28-Jan-04/10:51 AM
A deeply, deeply lewd piece.
Re: a comment on Camera Obscura by Fear of Garbage	28-Jan-04/10:23 AM
'Player of Games' is the best science fiction book ever written. I recommend 'The Bridge' and 'The Wasp Factory' from his non-science fiction line. Probably anyone else would say the same.
Re: a comment on Ghost by lastobelus	28-Jan-04/8:47 AM
How dare you? HOW DARE YOU!!!!!11
Re: a comment on Camera Obscura by Fear of Garbage	28-Jan-04/7:16 AM
I thought the film was excellent. Haven't finished the book yet.
Re: a comment on Camera Obscura by Fear of Garbage	28-Jan-04/7:14 AM
I fear the _Compleat Annotated Jodhpur Manuscripts_ have been withdrawn from amazon owing to a devastating misprint, in which Lord Proud-Stocking had accidentally advocated the use of streamlined jodhpurs for female riders. Clearly an assertion that runs contrary to every fibre of instinct and conviction in a Gentleman's conscience.
Re: a comment on Camera Obscura by Fear of Garbage	28-Jan-04/7:00 AM
Do you know Charles Frazier? I believe he has taught at the University of North Carolina.
Re: a comment on Camera Obscura by Fear of Garbage	28-Jan-04/1:35 AM
Have you read The Player of Games?
Re: Winter by morffrom	27-Jan-04/3:44 PM
Ahh, Winturd. The white season; nestled moistly 'tween the green and the browne... Speaking of browne, I daresay your butterfly is not the only frozen tear in heaven. Have you not heard "The Winturd Tale of Sir Donald Nudesby"? It runs thus, in the Common Tongue... Footprints linger on the lawn Where Nudesby trod ere crack of dawn Then out beyond the seemly parts and in amongst the compost carts. There to clench in wooden shack Ere sweating brow gave way to cack And buttocks wiped with little care Leave brownly marks upon his chair. But footprints leave, and don't return And Nudesby's fate may cause concern Young children ought to shield their ears Whilst women fight to hold back tears: Through winturd night, and morning frost It seems that Nudesby has been lost 'tis little wonder that he froze - Sir Donald Nudesby wore no clothes!
Re: a comment on Sissy Faggot by Shardik	27-Jan-04/10:39 AM
Like a fondant fancy being gobbled by a slobbering hatless oaf?
Re: a comment on Captain Cannibal by Lenore	27-Jan-04/9:56 AM
The scent of death has been upon me for many years now, lingering intently about my groin, like the shining lobster that got wedged behind my fridge; a prawne-like vulture circling its prey. As the days come and go, and the green trees of youth fade to browne, I am left cold, and alone. Naked against the black oils of time, slick to the skin, and wishing my absurdly dry exoskellington had absorbed less balm. Death is before me now; death and oblivion. And then nothing will matter, save for the final cry of anguish as my Wheeled Chair hurtles off the cliff, and my wither'd backside soaks into dust, fusing with the very essence of nature, finally fulfilling its soiled destiny.
Re: a comment on Captain Cannibal by Lenore	27-Jan-04/9:36 AM
Guys, guys, look at us. Squabbling. Bickering. Like children! It never used to be like this, guys! And just think: this whole fight could have been avoided if Lenore had just had the vision, the singular vision, to include lengthy references to husks in this piece. I stand vindicated in all my opinions, as expressed on this page and others, but now it's time for the rest of you to look at yourselves. Where did you go wrong? At the end of the day it all comes down to humility. Humility, and a healthy respect for my opinions. Thanks for listening, -10-
Re: a comment on Captain Cannibal by Lenore	27-Jan-04/9:11 AM
Probably the single most devastating stain on your brave point of view is that it is endorsed by rockmage - a savage dunce who, when not posting millions of unbelievably dull one lined comments and voting 10s, spends his time bragging about his lack of any formal training whatsoever. Such people think they are beyond education. They refuse to accept that there are countless other people who are more talented than they are, and who work harder than they do. And when the world proclaims them to be cack, it is the world who is mistaken, not the piece of cack. So by all means, go, be a misunderstood genius, but do not come here and claim you wanna play hard ball in the big leagues. You ain't got that kind of muscle, kid. Now beat it!
Re: Bloom Inside by hatedestruction	27-Jan-04/8:45 AM
This reminds me of the four years I spent as bo'sun on the treasure scow "Forearms II". Eventually I was discharged for bursting into the officer's mess and stabbing the captain's lobster, dressing up in its boiled pink shell and cavorting and shrieking between the men's bunks until the mate captured me with the emergency jodhpurs. Ah, great days, great days.
Re: a comment on I Go On by drumrgirl30	27-Jan-04/8:13 AM
Your gregariousness is unseemly, and has got you into trouble again. Keep yourself covered up, in future. Nobody wants to look at the dirty, naughty little girl. When you are about the house, and Master is at home, and not attending to The Important Matters Of The Towne (of which you remain wholly ignorant), then stay in your room until he leaves. If you must move about in order to complete your chores, keep your head lowered, and drape a thick shawl o'er your face
Re: a comment on I Go On by drumrgirl30	27-Jan-04/7:57 AM
An oozing codpiece of ignorance.
Re: a comment on Reconstruction by andrewjthomas	27-Jan-04/5:50 AM
If you think tusks are better than husks then I feel sorry for you.
Re: a comment on Captain Cannibal by Lenore	27-Jan-04/4:09 AM
You say that, but if you actually read the conversation you will see that where zodiac says "It is better" he is in fact, possibly accidentally, referring to Lenore's statement: "However, it’s not all that important for me to convey a particular meaning. Rather I think it better to have the reader find his or her own meaning." By 'convey' here, Lenore doesn't mean 'convey to the reader after they have read the poeme', it means 'convey to the reader in the poeme itself'.
Re: a comment on Captain Cannibal by Lenore	27-Jan-04/4:02 AM
You're all wrong, and you're all grotesquely ugly freaks. None of my poemes are open to interpretation, or any sort of guff like that; they merely relate factual events and experiences that befell my childhood years. Granted, I do have three poemes on the Worst list, and said poemes have been there for almost two years now, but that doesn't mean my opinions aren't valid! All opinions are valid, even the invalid ones! Sure some poemes are open to interpretation, and they might even be good poemes, but why can't a poeme just be a description of something? What's wrong with communicating something specific in a poetic way? The idea that a poeme is necessarily better because it is open to interpretation is buncombe. People just say that because they listen to art critics and nod knowingly, and then prance around the place saying things like "Huxley's 'nappy' is a bold encapsulation of the cultural effluence stagnating a leaking society". Pish! Fipsy! Buncombe! Huxley's 'nappy' may well be all those things, and more, but there is one thing Huxley's 'nappy' is not: It is not a proof that vagueness is a necessary characteristic for good art. Husks are.
Re: a comment on I Go On by drumrgirl30	27-Jan-04/3:32 AM
I don't know where people get the idea that the definition of poetry is writing about your thoughts, feelings and emotions. In fact I do know where they get it - they get it from being stupid and believing the first thing they hear that sounds 'deep'. Look it up in a dictionary. It's besides the point anyway, since what I was trying to convey is that your perception of yourself - as the sort who struggles through life without complaining - is utterly wrong, since you're actually the sort of person who is completely incapable of writing poetry that isn't about how terrible their suffering is.
Re: a comment on Captain Cannibal by Lenore	27-Jan-04/3:14 AM
zodiac was talking to god'swife. I daresay he isn't pleased to see you back, otherwise he surely would have addressed his comment to you. I'm so sorry.