on "On My Love" by Blake
18 Aug 2002, 8:05 AM
Haha...now you're just silly.
on "On My Love" by Blake
18 Aug 2002, 7:27 AM
Perhaps we should get in touch by email?
on A Voice Found by Blake
18 Aug 2002, 7:06 AM
I hoped someone would ask...this is a recalled memory of the age of six...I wasn't trying to make it Joycean, per se. It's a personal catharsis poem, which has apparent contradictions as a result of what wasn't directly mentioned. I posted it to see how it would fare stylistically. Before I remove my work, to revise it, I was wondering it you had any recommendations. (I fully intend to write magazine-worthy iambic pentameter.)
on setting the record straight on April by poetandknowit
17 Aug 2002, 8:19 PM
This sounds like something Danny DeVito might say in response to a poetry reading...point made, but with the delicacy of a sledgehammer.
on Transient world by daryash-koh
17 Aug 2002, 1:12 PM
Lewis Caroll, meet Tom Green.
on LOL@ MY RELIGION by ashtar
17 Aug 2002, 1:09 PM
hehe..brings back memories of "The Decalogue"
on Pain by shwenatjadeflower
17 Aug 2002, 1:07 PM
Sparse, but effective.
on I SHALL NOT by pitchblackdisaster
17 Aug 2002, 1:01 PM
You have much potential. Keep writing, refine your technique, and don't let people as muddled as Horus stand in your way.
on Unfinished by Blake
16 Aug 2002, 9:03 AM
I simply prefer the language...I have yet to find a modern poet who I connect with as well as "old dead farts".
on Advice Given On Drama by Blake
30 Jul 2002, 3:10 PM
I draw a line between disliking someone's poetry and attacking them personally. A moment ago, your "review" was in front of me. Now it is behind me. One cannot compare Da Vinci to Dada. When I read Ginsberg or cummings, I can feel empathy. With your work, I simply can't. When you compare yourself to great artists, you seem to want respect... To display a vision to the world. Somehow, something, be it divine intervention, the ghost of Keats, or just plain common sense, tells me you aren't quite accomplishing that. Responding to me in a manner reminiscent of a low-rent Andrew Dice Clay won't get you any closer to it. I'd like to thank you for your time, (A great deal of which must have been spent to think of a way to involve calcium-rich leafy greens.) and wish you luck.
on Winter Nothings by Eric Johnson
29 Jul 2002, 12:02 PM
Though comma's are oft, overused,
And subject matter self-enthused,
You have a good poem otherwise,
As expiration elegance denies.
And subject matter self-enthused,
You have a good poem otherwise,
As expiration elegance denies.
on Birth in the Valley of Liquor by horus8
29 Jul 2002, 10:05 AM
Ill-writ, ill-tuned, ill-timed, ill-bred, sans feet or hands, without a head.
on Summer Vacation by weeb
12 Jul 2002, 11:18 AM
A very modern epigram,
But moreso joke than poem;
A guy who couldn't give a *care*
Will find himself at home.
But moreso joke than poem;
A guy who couldn't give a *care*
Will find himself at home.