Re: On the Discovery of Cinder Cats and The Road More Traveled by MacFrantic	31-Jan-05/5:05 PM
There was a reader who claimed his frustration because twixt the limericks there was no relation. But he shouldn't complain -- for 't'ain't all who can claim they witnessed dada's revivification!
Re: a comment on A Better God by Dovina	24-Jan-05/5:13 PM
ahem, aversion to "thing" considered illfounded?!? You've forgotten our battle of limericks over the word, then, have you? I'm not sure it's an actual error to use discover as a synonym for the sense of find that means "come to feel", but it certainly is jarring, and by using it so you risk making those readers who possess a finely developed literary sensitivity wince. I did. And since I was reading during my morning enstooling, it caused me in fact to inadvertently pinch off a log quite before I was ready to do so. The delicate mopping away of the resulting splashings necessitated my full attention, hence I was unable to complete my perusal of the pome. These are the risks one takes with one's audience when one neglects to adequately ponder proper usage! English 201: if you intended "discover" as a synonym for the sense of find that means "come to feel" then: "My creatures will discover that all I've made seems quite pleasing and right to their finite minds" was what you were looking for. If you intended discover as a synonym for the sense of find that means "judge", the only d-word I'm aware of is "deem": My creatures will deem all I've made quite pleasing and right in their finite minds.
Re: a comment on A Better God by Dovina	24-Jan-05/4:18 PM
I think "Reflexive Enstooling" should be added to the list of pome categories.
Re: Half a dozen by thepinkbunnyofdoom	24-Jan-05/12:09 PM
She has half a dozen pink roses? What, exactly, does she have one extra of?
Re: a comment on Unwed by gilded in gold	23-Jan-05/6:27 PM
let's see, you've got the credentialled academic who not only teaches poetry for a living but is no slouch himself at writing it calling your bluff, the child prodigy who all agree has an ungodly talent for wielding the very sort of obscure and difficult imagery you would LIKE to lay claim to chiming in with her thumbs down, and the bitter old stodgy hack pointing out why they're saying what they're saying and illustrating how your so-called deep allusions can easily be turned to any trite interpretation the reader decides to make up off the top of his head...if you've any real balls instead of just saying fuck you, you'll say fuck you and then defiantly take these few little words you've written and come back in a week having turned them into an actual pome that means something. To the reader.
Re: Have You Ever Been In Love? by Katie	23-Jan-05/4:40 PM
no Katie, sadly I've never been in love :( I think probably few people here have ever been in love. Love is quite rare, and you are fortunate indeed to have experienced it. But though we may not experience cloud-walking, moonlight-embracing love itself, we are blessed to have you describe it for us, so that we may experience it vicariously. Perhaps someday I will experience love, before I die. For now I can only solace myself with 10 dollar blowjobs from cheap whores and excessive masturbation, and -- occasionally, delightfully -- a brief second-hand glimpse of love when narrated by blesséd souls such as yourself. P.S. It's been more than an entire fucking year, fix your spelling mistake you mindless bint.
Re: UFO by Dovina	23-Jan-05/4:25 PM
I understand this sentiment all too well. And few new mysteries arise to replace those lost. On another note, did you read about the group that developed an ink jet printer that can print swaths of human skin? They say bits of bone are next, and then organs. Of course, you realize: ready or not, "Print-A-Pet" is coming.
Re: I smell coffee by Princess_Snowflake	23-Jan-05/3:47 PM
one year later, this pome still gives me a giant hard-on. Princess_Snowflake, you are the bestest lolita poetess on the net!
Re: a comment on Tale of a lonely heart by Bhaskaryya	23-Jan-05/2:38 PM
Thought you might like that. Yes. Read somewhere you are in the Middle East. True? Or superfluous hyperbole from a 'wanker mudslinging contest?
Re: a comment on Tale of a lonely heart by Bhaskaryya	23-Jan-05/2:34 PM
Bhaskaryya, I read your profile, which says your 17 and English is a second language for you. First, let me commend you on your command of English, which is far better than that of many native speakers here on the 'wanker. Second, let me ask you, why do you want comments on your pome? Because it's a fucking terrible poem. Do you want to hear that, and why, or do you want comments from people who will tell you you're a sweet creative boy genius who's touched their heart and omigod I felt EXACTLY this way LAST TUESDAY!!!!111 schmalzy means "effusively or insincerely emotional"*, like for example a bad pop song that makes you roll your eyes, or a hallmark greeting card weltschmerz is a German word (but often used in English) that means "world-weariness: sadness on thinking about the evils of the world"* can you see how "schmalzy weltschmerz" might apply to the second half of your pome? *definitions from WordNet In any case, pay little attention to me. I'm a cranky old git with only the tiniest smidgeon of talent for writing, long ago dried up and shriveled away, who comes occasionally to pomeranker purely for the cathartic experience of ridiculing and bullying those with even less talent than myself.
Re: a comment on Unwed by gilded in gold	23-Jan-05/1:39 PM
jesus christ, I made TWO grammatical errors in a post lambasting somebody else's grammatical error. Somebody please just shoot me.
Re: a comment on Unwed by gilded in gold	23-Jan-05/1:32 PM
No, I'm realLY boring. Or did you mean "you're real -- boring!"? If so, I assure you I'm quite false. But I doubt you meant that. It would be quite out of character for an illiterate poseur to profess to prefer artifice over realitát. "Being real" is, after all, the standard apologia for those who wish to defend their eschewing of technique, study, editing, and all other forms of artistry that require actual effort. In any case your pome is quite decipherable: it expresses the adolescent yearnings of a teenage boy that someday he will meet a real woman with whom he can live out the fantasies he used to have when he masturbates to the woman in the black velvet painting in his uncle's house, the one where the woman is posed with her side to the viewer, exposing one full breast, the face mostly hidden 'neath her loosely falling hair and a raised arm. It hung in the upstairs hallway, beside the framed roadmap of Texas from 1957 (a memento of the roadtrip that marked your uncle's coming of age). You would often linger there, to impress the image in your mind, when you passed it on your way to the musty-smelling upstairs bathroom of your uncle's house to wank, hoping your parent's wouldn't notice that you were needing to go to the bathroom every half hour.
Re: a comment on Puritans by zodiac	23-Jan-05/11:45 AM
you are an incredibly pretentious little flaming bullshit poseur. You write about things about which you could obviously know nothing, as the haughty spoiled little 17 year-old you are. All your images are needlessly opaque, probably because you create them by pulling magnetic poetry from a hat, and the reason you don't write many things that rhyme is because you have only a very clumsy command of the English Language and because your grandmother took your rhyming dictionary away from you after you wrote that pome about her in the hospital. P.S. Please send as much more of your flaming bullshit poetry to this address: "GoadToad@hotmail.com" as you possibly can, as soon as possible. I need it. Uh, for a, uh...study. That I'm doing on pretentious child prodigies. Er, that is, poseurs.
Re: a comment on Puritans by zodiac	23-Jan-05/11:36 AM
you can break based on rhythm. You can break an image in two, to overload the separate parts, creating synergy. You can break to make the pome parse awkwardly, because awkwardness is the feeling you're going for. You can break where you breathe, to create a sense of inevitability. You can break in syncopation with where you would breathe in speaking, to create a sense of breathlessness. I'm not claiming that I do any of these things myself of course. I break by using 2d10 to roll a letter count for the line.
Re: a comment on Unwed by gilded in gold	23-Jan-05/11:21 AM
Let's try putting it a different way: When you "leave things to interpretation" by having a complete thought (or image), from which you excise details to pare the thought (or image) down to the size and shape of a few stanzas, while leaving signposts for the astute reader to reconstruct a complete thought or image for themselves: that is a valid exercise. We all agree to call that poetry. When you have an INcomplete thought, from which you jot down a few random phrases/images, from which you then demand that the reader construct their own complete thought, that is not a valid exercise. Assume a reader does construct a complete meaningful thought for themselves, engendered by your dribbled phrases -- should they ascribe to you any credit? for what? a cowpatty lying in a pasture, whose folds and texture happen to resemble the shape of a lovely young girl's buttocks might also engender a sudden vivid intense rush of imagery in the mind of a passerby. Ought they then to deem the cowpatty a genius? We agree to call such writing "mental diarhea" or "meaningless dribble" to distinguish it from the more difficult to write and more meaningful to read "poetry" HTH, Goad Esq.Po.Et.Ry
Re: a comment on In Love as in Love by Everyone	23-Jan-05/10:51 AM
It's unmistakeable. The quintessential Barbecuing/Roasting-As-a-Metaphor-for Love is entirely present. Slightly sublimated in "electricity...high voltage...up and down my spine", obliquely referred to in "glazed over eyes (as is: honey glaze sauce", and directly referenced with the offhand "body is as hot coals" Browse through her pomes. You'll see that every one has a reference, sometimes quite oblique, sometimes painfully obvious, to her barbecue/cannibalism fetish.
Re: a comment on My Poison ( Vodka ) by Brittanyy	23-Jan-05/10:33 AM
You disgusting parody of a sanctimonious old goat, this pome is nothing but a hard lump pulled at random from your colostomy bag. You gave it a 10 because it reminds you of your bed in the morning.
Re: Paris, 1934 by Fear of Garbage	23-Jan-05/10:07 AM
jesus you are ungodly. I hate you you presumptious fucking little git. cleverly overloaded words, syncopation with sibillants in opposition to b's and k's, impeccable rhyming, tantalizing inner rhymes. deliberate odd word combinations that force the mind to construct images and meaning that soars beyond the sparse construction. This is how I used to imagine writing (when I was young and gave a fuck) but never actually could. I hate you I hate you I hate you. P.S. Never stop writing.
Re: a comment on Hate the Contestant by Blindpoetry	22-Jan-05/8:21 AM
yep, still in die Deutschland, writing shitty web applications for big corporations. I'm even starting to speak a little german these days. 'n you? still teaching poetry?
Re: a comment on Hate the Contestant by Blindpoetry	22-Jan-05/8:18 AM
You're about as noncomformist as my ass when I sit on a (very hard) chair. Sometimes it makes rumbling grumbling noises but we all know it's conforming, as always, to the shape of the chair. That's its purpose. It's an ass.