Re: a comment on Skuld Resurrected by SupremeDreamer	23-Jun-04/10:57 PM
How amusing doug! Did you ever consider doing stand up on dirty street corners with bums for bodyguards (paid with cheap liquor)? Could be a lucrative adventure for you..
Re: a comment on Skuld Resurrected by SupremeDreamer	23-Jun-04/10:55 PM
I can understand that.. "it" indicates an inanimate object or thing instead of something living.. I'll certainly keep that in mind.
Re: a comment on Skuld Resurrected by SupremeDreamer	22-Jun-04/9:36 PM
Neutered?
Re: a comment on Skuld Resurrected by SupremeDreamer	22-Jun-04/2:18 PM
Curse me and my quirks with english. It shall be fixed, thank you for pointing it out, I'm always missing these things when looking over and touching up my work.. ;/
Re: a comment on Phoebus by SupremeDreamer	20-Jun-04/4:43 PM
Ah, well thats just how it unfolded in my mind as I wrote it really... and honestly can't see what order there is at all in the piece, having forged it in reckless abandon and comfortably detached. It is odd I guess. To me it's normal and.. unhampered.
Re: a comment on What's Poetry by Sasha	20-Jun-04/8:31 AM
I've written while binged for upto a week and a half, demented and slightly psychotic with tricks of the eyes and voices that didn't exist-- But I didn't make something as bloated or warped in skewed thought and word as this. And there are those who tell me that meth is worse than alcohol on the mind? Liquored thoughts make paranoid meth delusions look like a walk in the park when it comes to functioning to the best of ones inebriated ability. Plus, I don't switch languages like changing clothes.. often and suddenly in the middle of where-ever. I'm limited to phrases or sayings-- and thats only french when it applies. I try to atleast attempt to make a senseless rant comprehensible... or give it a thin line to connect the fragmented mess I made together. But the above piece? Is long island saying it might be cool to write while wasted in stupor, starting simple and fragmenting like one who spouts random things to nothing in particular. Well, anyway, that covers everything that I just had to babble, so toodles sister ice 'n liquor, peace be the journey and calm be the islands of drunken hic-ups.
Re: a comment on What's Poetry by Sasha	20-Jun-04/8:14 AM
Good, then I accomplished 80% of what I set out to do-- The other 20% can be stuffed as mere technicality. Know that, to a jester, laughter is the stuff that does matter most. As is crushing ones enemies into pulp or at the least drawing their blood.. but thats something else all together.
Re: a comment on The follies befalling an unfledged street poet. by SupremeDreamer	20-Jun-04/3:33 AM
You know, only you can kiss my ass and make it sting, then leave me to wonder, at ungodly hours of the night, if your comment was a product of sarcasm, perverse amusement, simple mockery, or acting out your favorite "maturity" masquerade. Then I wonder why the hell I'd be thinking about it now when it's pointless, buried in the past, therefor dead, moot, and asking myself about it is anything but productive. Your a disease that remains present always, but only produce symptoms at random... like herpes.. or syphillis tolerant to penicillin. I think Sadaam tried to clone you in an evil plot to infect the world with you, leading to the earths social collapse by slowly, but surely, making people go insane. But the thing that irritates me the most is that though its you, such characteristics to me are at the least admirable in a sick sadistic sort of way.
Re: a comment on Army Dock (Bangcock in July) (Free Curse) by Rug by <{Baba^Yaga}>	20-Jun-04/12:40 AM
Er.. sir, I feel you could be much more grotesque, odd yet ludicrous, even a bit more senseless than this. But I'm a shithead, a jester, a man with an ill-famed reputation. Perhaps I talk so much... do too many drugs, in over abundance and reckless abandon... finding comfort in my absent minded way of living.. Never-the-less, I still say: Mother fucker, you can do better, you fucking limp-dick over-educated bastage from the deepest dankest pit OF HELL!?!# Have a nice day.
Re: a comment on Army Dock (Bangcock in July) (Free Curse) by Rug by <{Baba^Yaga}>	20-Jun-04/12:36 AM
Er.. sir, I feel you could be much more grotesque, odd yet ludicrous, even a bit senseless than this. But I'm a shithead, a jester, a man with a ill-famed reputation. Perhaps I talk so much... do too many drugs, in over abundance and reckless abandon... finding comfort in my absent minded way of living.. Never-the-less, I still say: Mother fucker, you can do better, you fucking limp-dick over-educated bastage from the deepest dankest pit OF HELL!?!#
Re: a comment on Navy Pier by Doug	20-Jun-04/12:02 AM
Sometimes you can be quite the class act. Maybe this should be included in some warped script for Good Will Hunting 2 (Will vs. the over-educated buffoon). I know the idea is utter crap, but it's Hollywood, and there are simple folk who have money to burn.. at the least, it would be amusing. (Where would we be with-out capitalism? Who the fuck knoes, and really who cares? Why ask the question if it's born from stupidity? er, cause one can.) Blarg.
Re: a comment on Navy Pier by Doug	19-Jun-04/11:57 PM
Over educated folks don't make for good buffoons. But he is, when in his golden moments, quite funny. Now why do I sense loathing and the hint of someones inferiority complex? (yes, it is what you've painted and left as imagery left strewn in some fuckwits LSD Art gallery.) Some folks feel better when there's a defined target, though vaguely understood, its theraputic to take shots at it, isn't it? (ah, darkie, you made for a splendid punching bag... anyway, where was I? oh yes, ranting.) But whatever and a bag of shit set aflame on a irish mans porch, good day.
Re: Control by MakenzieNy	19-Jun-04/11:35 PM
There is a solution that has been known to work, if one has a spine.. Leave. And go get the guy you paid the mail catalogue for, don't try to get the refund-- trust me. It's not fucking worth it. Lucky Seven, and it's Vegas honey.
Re: Restraint by ThoughtfulSoul	19-Jun-04/11:28 PM
The other-side is said to be a reflection of the life that one has lived. In that case, this dark fellow? Is utterly fucked. But I'm not dead, so what the hell do I know? Nothing. Thats why I'm so god-damn good. Yeah, and red wine coats my lips that hang so vain so vain as I slice up a fatal vein, between snorts of cocaine, the skies dark... maybe it'll rain. But what do I know? Nothing. --Here, have a seven, I'm in a good mood, fuck it all--
Re: Don't Love Me Anymore by emilyowey	19-Jun-04/11:21 PM
Nag, nag, nag, nag. Wanna party with Clint Eastwood and some Hells Angels out in the Arizona desert, right by route 69 and the devils path? We're gonna barbecue with an indian guide and a pound of peyote to boost after the shrooms wear off, and maybe we'll be indulgent in our stupor and spray up some graffito over these brown, dusty, dull rocks-- grand canyons need some fuckin color duntcha think? I do. What do you say? You down? Eh? I could hook you up with a Harley Punk too since your all down on love, love,-- I'll do the drugs, you handle the emotion, K?.
Re: What's Poetry by Sasha	19-Jun-04/10:50 PM
This poem is the kind of thing that causes me to tremble in angst and the fear that a poet hides in the shadows, praying that the sun never never rises from its mountain-crook. It's amazingly bloated, and I know a lot about using mind-blowing padding-- that's how I've managed to effectively irritate rankerfolk, by piling on meaningless candy-coated, poisoned bullshit and slapping a title on it-- the kind of shit that cause most sane folks to take up a hobby, like genocide, for instance. "as real as rain or fake as rainbows," Ok, when someone says something is as real as the rain, their usually teenagers that are going for the slightly uplifting average of a C+ in english class. As for rainbows? I have a bias, a tick you could say: Whenever someone mentions rainbows in a poem, I have to try very very hard to stifle the puke rising up my throat so that it doesn't become air-born with extreme velocity. Never mind the murderous rage that accompanies the over-all sensation. Fuck skittles, you get what I'm sayin? Oh, and the german, french, spanish, martian garble, etc, is well, fucking annoying and seems like an attempt to drown your "poem" in eloquent riddles that mean nothing. That, or it's a clever ploy dreamed up by a twisted freak of a jester to instill frustration and confusion among rankerfolk.-- never mind the multi-lingual blither, we still need to figure out what the fuck your rambling on about in english. Almost nothing in your poem (written during a fit of lunacy, or an encounter with jack daniels) relates to each other-- most of it is just dull imagery mixed with elaborate vocabulary that makes my adventures with a thesaurus look like a cruise across the Pacific Ocean, with volcano hiking in Hawaii as the vacation special. We de have a vague notion though, a glimmer of the frail innuendo-- (yeah, I'm good with the fecal gilding aren't I??) supposedly your yappin about what poetry (to you and whatever party you belong to) is, what it means, it's purpose, and ??? you didn't seem to have time to really get into a subtopic.. wait, did you even keep to the topic? oh, yes, barely, your hate of poor Ginsberg seemed to snap you out of the shit-trace to make a pathetic closing that barely connected with what you began with. Maybe, if you had a sense of humor, you would of drawn an ascii picture of a gun after the last lines, or maybe a knife, or-- even better-- a needle, for example: ________________________________________________________________________ But you asked me. So what’s my answer? This: |==[][][][][][]----- ***HEROIN & SPEED MIXED WITH PROZAC*** (and freud would cry, jung would sigh, pharmaceutical companies would celebrate as we all bask in the age of chemical therapy.) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That's my take on it... I know you won't like my reaction, my comment, my arrogance, my brash bitter humor or the sarcastic irony that pours out from me, BUT!!! never-the-less i am compelled to dish it out, much like a lawyer delivering ones divorce papers with anthrax soon mistaken for cocaine. Its ok to be insane, its ok, its ok, I FEEL YOUR PAIN. Good day. No Vote.
Re: a comment on Phoebus by SupremeDreamer	19-Jun-04/6:06 PM
Are you making a joke, or are you serious? Oh,and it's good to hear from you, been awhile hasn't it?
Re: Let Me Swing by caitydee	19-Jun-04/12:15 AM
Certain stanzas were pretty good, but some of the other stuff such as: "Did the sun blind me that day? Cloud my eyes from reality Create feelings you never felt for me?" AND "Oh let me swing! You thought I would look silly among the kids We were suppose to go back that night Do you remember? But it rained-so we said ‘next time’" Really sounded childish or "teenaged". The rest could be revised into a more fluid and enjoyable piece. As for how that could be done? I leave you to figure that out for yourself-- it's better that way, me thinks. Blessed with seven.
Re: Its raining by caitydee	19-Jun-04/12:09 AM
Over-all, the rain theme isn't very strong, and the ending didn't help that much at all-- reminded me of something that would be penned by a highschool girlie. Blessed with six.
Re: Better Days by pain killer	18-Jun-04/10:50 PM
Smashin. Blessed with ten.