Re: Woman in the purple cotton jacket(repaired) by INTRANSIT |
13-Mar-04/3:40 PM |
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13-Mar-04/5:37 PM |
You'll think I gave you a ten because you made the change I suggested. Which is crap. Aside from not liking the ellispis after 'done', I have no criticisms for this. I think it's really sophisticated, even mature, for you. And I don't get a word of it. -10-
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Re: My Boyfriend's Afro Pick by horus8 |
13-Mar-04/5:44 PM |
Cool. And all that time I thought you were a Greco-centric blackist on account of that other poem. One thing: I would say Peter Tosh (ie, black) instead of Bob Marley (mostly white) and Miles or Coltrane (again, black) instead of Ellington. Unless you're being ironic - I can never tell.
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Re: Repression by alverland theme park |
14-Mar-04/6:21 AM |
"Let the alcohol wash this all" reminds me of my parents who always used to ask me if I was 'doing the drugs' or 'high on the dope', etc.
Dear mom and dad: I was.
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14-Mar-04/4:03 PM |
"For her [Blake's Thel], the world of sexual generation is a couch of death rather than a bank of bliss because her eye cannot be opened to the fact that eternity is in love with the productions of time... "Thel" is the "woman" as the reviewers defined her, who tacitly accepts their predications of her womanhood, becomes blinkered to her visionary role, and sees sex as death. Oothoon is the woman intuitively aware of her emanative function as lifeâs prerequisite in time, as she is the woman also aware of the masochistic male prerogative which keeps her from fulfilling it by effectively equating life and love with death and sin." - Murray, E.B. "Thel, Thelyphthora, and the Daughters of Albion."
(quoted in zodiac's forthcoming publication, _Blake Criticism: A Whiffle Bat Endlessly & Ungently Applied to My Tender Head_)
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Re: The Politics of Poetry.coms by <{Baba^Yaga}> |
14-Mar-04/7:40 PM |
Why do you spend all your time running around with those floozies? Do they prepare nutritious meals for you? Do they hand-wash your breeches? Or twirl your hair while you sleep? Or highlight all your favorite shows in the TV Guide? Come back to us, horus. The kids miss their father.
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15-Mar-04/9:36 AM |
Word of the Day (a haiku)
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Cunnilingus. n.
Licking and/or orally
Stimulating snatch;
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Works wonders on Christian girls.
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Re: Neurons by Fear of Garbage |
15-Mar-04/9:43 AM |
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Re: I think of you by singinkygal |
15-Mar-04/4:59 PM |
I read your username as Sin-Gin-KY[Jelly]-Gal. I would strongly recommend rewriting this poem with one of those images/topics as a central figure - a leitmotif, if you will. By the way, leitmotif is your word for the day. Have a nice one. -7-
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Re: My Day Off by wilco |
16-Mar-04/4:55 AM |
The Zodiac/nutsac rhyme is doubly ironic since my real name is Yitzhak. -10-
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Re: The Benefits of Living in a House by Fear of Garbage |
17-Mar-04/10:46 AM |
Great. Some of the lines seem a little overwrought or unnecessary:
"They have not been touched for years;"
"Nothing but death inhabits these walls,"
and (maybe)
"I should be finally free
from the presents of this place."
And presents is presence. I think. I could just be extra un-ironic today.
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17-Mar-04/5:59 PM |
Would you consider changing the title to something like 'Goodbye, March' or just 'Goodbye' - since you're talking to March. By the way, nice talking to March there.
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Re: Thank-you, outside by fevriere |
17-Mar-04/6:04 PM |
"milliard"?
Okay, here's the corny hi-i'm-new-to-poemranker review: I almost wish there was more story. What I get is: thank you, leaves, for listening to that terrible thing that just happened and not talking - more than something like: thank you leaves for listening as I'm talking right now, in this sentence, that I'm speaking, which ends right... here. But then I get no clue what they were listening to. Am I so wrong?
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Re: To all the assholes.. by KaytiaraFaith |
18-Mar-04/11:53 AM |
Not to sound like one of those assholes, but maybe you'd be better off going to my-tragic-personal-experience-ranker or my-true-expression-of-my-feelings-ranker instead of bringing your problems to POEMranker, where contentless scatology-rhyming balladic nonsense always carries the day.
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18-Mar-04/12:15 PM |
Hey, congratulations on using "sing-
ing" for a rhyme, a technique which I pioneered in my poem "In Love as in War"!!
And congratulations on using every poetic trick invented by Mr E.A.Poe (including but not limited to repetitions of spooky phrases, spondees, and the words 'fugue', 'gaol', and 'chambers')!!
And I'm not even trying to say that you're such a bad writer. You spell 'tongue' correctly, for one thing, and you've got a pretty good sense of rhythm and so on. But we already had one Edgar Poe and we don't even think he's that great any more. I'd love to see something written in your own voice. I mean that.
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18-Mar-04/1:52 PM |
You had me up to "Jack Frost's final stand". (That long? you ask. Sure, why not? It's not terrible.) Then you go to the _C&W Compleat Glossarye of Hack Poetic Cliches_ (spiteful wind, anyone? Or ravens? Or wise women's wisdom?) for something like an eternity. Everything from the blue van on is okay again, but the damage is already done. And some of your images seem a little off (cold like a boyfriend's old shirt?) but if you say so.
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18-Mar-04/2:16 PM |
To Shuushin, re your 'rant' earlier: There are a lot of things I'd get pissed off at here before the two-nickname thing. That is, if chronic gasoline huffing hadn't already killed my ability to experience real emotion.
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Re: Unadorned by w~* ATHENA *~w |
18-Mar-04/8:05 PM |
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Re: The Pedestal by Richard |
19-Mar-04/4:22 AM |
>>>>GOOGLE CLICHE COUNT<<<<
I donât even know your name (3,900,000!!!)
But that mystery only deepens my intrigue. (25)
I would like to say that I am content,
Just to know that you exist. (126)
Life is full of (88,700) sadness (70) and empty of remorse, (11)
It gives and takes indiscriminately. (369)
But every so often it smiles upon us, (52)
And in that radiant glow (239), we are found fortunate.
It is enough for me to (2,410) bask in the (62) light of your smile, (807)
And drown in the depths of your eyes. (depths: 346, eyes: 531)
>>>>GOOGLE CLICHE TOTAL: 3,993,748<<<<
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Re: Strange Days, Indeed by Bachus |
19-Mar-04/4:48 AM |
Yawn. Thanks for the 1994 flashback, though.
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