Re: a comment on Waiting for October by wilco |
29-Jan-05/2:53 AM |
The Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta.
The Paris-Deauville Antique Automobile Race.
The 'Head of the Charles' Regatta.
The World Series.
Simon Cowell's 'Incredibly Gay' Birthday Party.
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Re: a comment on In Answer To Your Question by Dovina |
29-Jan-05/2:37 AM |
Of course you'd ask that. But of course you also think it's cool to write a poem called "Impenetrable Pistachio" and regularly use the word "doodie" instead of shit.
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Re: a comment on In Answer To Your Question by Dovina |
29-Jan-05/2:30 AM |
"Larry Summers, the president of Harvard, suggested the other day that innate differences between the sexes might help explain why relatively few women become professional scientists or engineers. For this, he has been denouncedâmetaphorically, of courseâas a Neanderthal. Alumni are withholding donations. Professors are demanding apologies. Some want him fired."
http://www.slate.com/id/2112570/
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Re: a comment on #28 by Lifeboatman |
28-Jan-05/4:06 AM |
Would you say you tend to find words ending in '-ian' generally more meaningful than other words?
PS-Anyone can tell this poem is more Anne Cecil de Vereian than anything else. You just think it's Shakespearean because you don't get Shakespeare and you don't get this. But if you think about it for a moment, you'll realise you don't get Shakespeare because you're not bright or educated at an Accredited Poetry School, and you don't get this poem because it has no point and is a shitpile of pisspoor allusions and non sequitors with bad grammar in between.
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Re: a comment on the pretenders by PopoyMola |
26-Jan-05/5:37 AM |
You deserve a specially meaty hat for "I who is the anti-christ".
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Re: a comment on A Better God by Dovina |
26-Jan-05/1:04 AM |
I really don't dislike things for that reason. I dislike things because they're stupid. Except the Arabic television program Tash Matash. I love that shit.
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Re: a comment on To You, My Son by Bhaskaryya |
26-Jan-05/12:57 AM |
I'm sure they'd be very proud.
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Re: UFO by Dovina |
26-Jan-05/12:56 AM |
Balls. Give me Uranus any day.
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Re: a comment on #28 by Lifeboatman |
26-Jan-05/12:50 AM |
That comment was intended for Dovina. Fuck nentwined's crap comment nesting.
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Re: a comment on #28 by Lifeboatman |
26-Jan-05/12:50 AM |
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Re: a comment on #28 by Lifeboatman |
26-Jan-05/12:49 AM |
No it doesn't. Please, please for the love of God stop talking about Shakespeare.
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Re: a comment on Tale of a lonely heart by Bhaskaryya |
26-Jan-05/12:46 AM |
True. I'm working on becoming fluent in any language which allows me to travel easily in dirty countries chockfull of brown people. After Afrikaans, Hindi and Malay, I should be done.
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Re: a comment on Homophobic Self-Help Poem. (For the men who drive a mustang) by SupremeDreamer |
26-Jan-05/12:33 AM |
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Re: a comment on The Stone Seeker and the Stacking by darkshark |
22-Jan-05/5:28 AM |
He's just trying out his new role as "poemranker hardass". He gave himself away saying any literary magazine would look twice at this.
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Re: a comment on Tale of a lonely heart by Bhaskaryya |
22-Jan-05/5:26 AM |
Welcome back "schmalzy weltschmerz" is good. Are you still in Deutschland?
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Re: a comment on the pretenders by PopoyMola |
22-Jan-05/5:19 AM |
You fakey archaic writing is the single most godawful thing about poemranker. Great work!!!!!
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Re: a comment on In the Shadows by Beyond_Dreams |
22-Jan-05/5:16 AM |
Hey! Good save!!!!!!!! -0-
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Re: a comment on Thong Thoo by fatmansinging |
22-Jan-05/5:09 AM |
I love how the first thing you did on joining the site was go to the worst poems list and comment on how bad all the poems are. No one can object to you that way, right?
Wrong. fatmansinging chose that title simply because it encapsulates the feeling of the rest of his poem, like everybody else does.
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Re: a comment on Hate the Contestant by Blindpoetry |
22-Jan-05/4:59 AM |
Shut up, please. And bother to spell "starring" correctly.
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Re: a comment on The Way by Dovina |
17-Jan-05/10:28 PM |
On the morning camel ride here, I tried to think of an accurate test for "this poem holds together on an emotional level". The best I can come up with is something like "this poem arouses in its intended audience one or more of the following: a) any feeling at all, b) the feeling that the author intended, c) a feeling of "working", if such a thing is possible - a kind of satisfied postwhemy feeling of completion, maybe.
Of course, if you ask Dovina she's just going to say the only audience she ever intended is herself, so of course it works. I'd say you have to intend more than half of your audience, the way you'd say a joke "works" if a majority of the crowd laughs. I'd also say choice c) is the best measure, but I could be totally asstalking.
I also tried to invent another test for 'knowing what Dovina thinks and believes'. Advanced Degree from an Accredited School is all I've got.
Regarding your Jesus example: I find there are any number of ways it could work on an emotional level. I imagine Osama bin Laden, for one, moved to tears by the tale of another warren-bound recluse, forever ostracised for prefering a flowing and somewhat varminty beard over a clean shave or even muttonchops. You have to admit, this is likely the emotion which Jesu meant to impart.
Of course, the real emotional impact of Jesu's burrowing is not the burrowing itself, but that he ultimately flew out of his den (cf. "On the first day of the week, very early in the morning, the women took the spices, popcorn and DVDs they had prepared and went to the burrow. They found the stone rolled away, but when they entered, they did not find the Lord Jesus skulking around in his pyjamas (as was his custom on Sundays and most other days). While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in rather flashy capes stood beside them. In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, âWhy do you look for Jesus in his hole? He is not here; he has flown away!")
I imagine this registers pretty well with anybody who's ever been pigpiled by their older brothers and then wormed their way out into sweet sweet assy-smelling sunlight.
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