| Re: a comment on Uncontrolled scribblings one luch break by Nicholas Jones |
10-Jan-06/7:59 AM |
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Welcome back. What have you been doing?
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| Re: Uncontrolled scribblings one luch break by Nicholas Jones |
10-Jan-06/7:57 AM |
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The best part is how you misspelled "letch" in the title.
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| Re: a comment on floss every day by digipoet |
10-Jan-06/7:54 AM |
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Yes, but it's researching things.
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| Re: a comment on [] by Prince of Void |
9-Jan-06/4:18 PM |
I do. This is not postmodernism. (Incidentally, poetry published today isn't postmodernism, either, as postmodernism ended anywhere from 2 to 4 decades ago. Today's poetry is called 'contemporary' until we come up with a better term.)
Furthermore, as far as 'representation' is a term specific to postmodernism, it only refers to the idea that writing REPRESENTS a history or reality which may not, in fact, be capturable -ie, that does not properly exist. This, rather than the classical or naturalist notion that writing can "capture" things as they really happened.
So are you saying that the thing we don't understand about this poem is that it's not an actual void, only a REPRESENTATION of void? Hey, good one. But we've all known that since kindergarten, postmodernism (as I've mentioned) having been around since before most of us were born.
By the by, you probably screwed up your other postmodernism term, too. Intertextuality, as used by postmodernists, means the understanding that texts derive from and interact with each other - as opposed to the more classical notion that a text can stand alone as its own entity. You can't "use" intertextuality in your poem, only at best acknowledge it. Did you mean that Nick doesn't get how your work depends on Dylan Thomas' text for its only half-decent line, or that you shouldn't read this poem without simultaneously listening to Gish-era Smashing Pumpkins? For my money, you meant that you were throwing out the only postmodernist vocab you know in a sagging bid for self-esteem, along with the suggestion that none of us understand "postmodernist" poetry except you. Please don't make any more assumptions about us. Thanks. It's been great talking to you.
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| Re: Reckoning by <~> |
9-Jan-06/3:24 PM |
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"netted, complicit, wooden and pushed about" is great. The rest of the last stanza should go, says me.
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| Re: a comment on greymo(u)rn by lmp |
9-Jan-06/10:56 AM |
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I don't know. It has the tendency to make me write exactly like him. Mostly short sentences. I'm drinking coffee. The coffee's good but not as good as that night in Escorial with the commandantes all smoking around the table and the bombs falling over the ridge with the pine woods and oh Maria was soft when she came to me and she put her hand on me and I said oh no don't put your hand there, not there. Then she left. Bitch.
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| Re: a comment on What Matters by Dovina |
9-Jan-06/10:52 AM |
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I'll keep setting them up...
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| Re: a comment on Birmingham gardens by INTRANSIT |
9-Jan-06/9:50 AM |
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I guess it's too late to pretend to be Xander Vanderoest.
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| Re: a comment on Birmingham gardens by INTRANSIT |
9-Jan-06/8:51 AM |
At that level, that's not such a big difference as it is here. But this was in Poetry Daily:
Nothing in That Drawer
by Ron Padgett
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
Nothing in that drawer.
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| Re: a comment on Birmingham gardens by INTRANSIT |
9-Jan-06/8:43 AM |
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| Re: Bloody Stools 'n' Butterflies by EAger to Offend |
9-Jan-06/8:25 AM |
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| Re: a comment on floss every day by digipoet |
9-Jan-06/7:47 AM |
Who expended time? I'm just a fast researcher. For example:
In 1996, Americans bought only 12 inches of dental floss per capita.
RESEARCH TIME: 0m 36s
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| Re: do i know you? by daggatolar |
8-Jan-06/8:32 PM |
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| Re: What Matters by Dovina |
8-Jan-06/8:31 PM |
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Put a colon after "nose" to make it a sentence. You're cute when you're smitten. Shallow, yes, but love is shallow.
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| Re: A New Year Prayer by amanda_dcosta |
8-Jan-06/8:30 PM |
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For a second I thought you said "For [our sinful] worldly strife and troubles, don't treat us kindly [Lord]." Like you were asking him to treat us unkindly. I'm glad you weren't. Happy New Year.
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| Re: floss every day by digipoet |
8-Jan-06/8:25 PM |
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Oddly, this is the 5th poem about flossing on poemranker. You'd think that's because we're so clever and 'wacky'.
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| Re: The Healing Species by Dovina |
8-Jan-06/8:15 PM |
YOUR GIFT:
Indwelling
By Teresa Cader
(republished without permission, natch.)
In the crazy guest who saws off the chair legs,
In the wind hissing beneath the door sweep,
A tribe of mice squeezing through pocket doors,
In the pants pockets where the evidence remains,
Those filaments of wool in the moth-eaten rug,
In the masquerade of motion that sets off the alarm,
The alarm that arrives via airwaves at dinnertime,
In the worm that opens e-mail, eats the address book,
The virus propagating on the unsuspecting screen,
In the cell that missed a loop of timing and purpose,
The unpaid tax surfacing like a submarine,
In the bloody stool and saliva, the mucus and membrane,
Slits of sunlight discoloring blue curtains,
In the broken gutter where ice dams pry up the roof,
A crack in the skylight where mold sifts down,
In the contractor hammering windmills on shingles,
The carpenter bees burrowing barracks into the attic,
In the funneling, the grating, the sagging, the gravitatingâ
O icon of muck and filch; there is nothing you won't
Divide, opening trap doors we forget to close.
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| Re: a comment on Pledge by http://mulberryfairy |
8-Jan-06/7:07 PM |
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No, who are you... REALLY?
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| Re: a comment on Birmingham gardens by INTRANSIT |
8-Jan-06/7:05 PM |
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It won't work in Juneau. We've only got about 40 miles of roads, most of them to nowhere. We're not connected by land to the Continent, Canada, or the rest of Alaska. If any of you are ever crazy to come by here, let me know and I'll put you up. You'll deserve it.
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| Re: a comment on What Matters by Dovina |
8-Jan-06/7:03 PM |
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