Re: a comment on Bracelets In A Box by cuddlytiger17	12-May-04/12:39 PM
My obsession with saying Bow'ls? MY obsession? I'll challenge that in fact you are the one with the obsession. I can say you were the first to use the word bow'ls. If I'm immature for using the word 9 times, then you my dear dark angel are at the maturity level of a prepubescent boy who giggles at the mention of lake titicaca, for using the word a whopping 29 TIMES!! (either that or you're some lonely sad sack of a man with a scatological fetish) So don't tell me not to use a word that YOU YOURSELF introduced to the site. You are full of BOW'LS! Behols the quotes from Dark_Angel April 23: nearly all questions in philosophy are steaming cornucopiae of bow'ls April 10: Bow'ls, I say April 2: Bow'ls March 31: whisper to the chimes of a distant flushing outhouse: Bow'ls, my lad. Utter, utter bow'ls. March 22: utter, utter, utter bow'ls March 22: Now the bow'ls don't work They just make things worse And I know I'll need to dump again March 13: Cotton bow'ls. March 11: bow'ls March 10: the opinions expressed on this page can only be described as "pig ignorant", "stultifyingly ill-informed" and "bow'ls". March 10: bow'ls March 9: But all this is utter bow'ls anyway because I just told you the case for broadening the existing definition for gay marriage. March 9: that's obviously bow'ls. March 8: bow'ls March 8: bow'ls March 8: bow'ls March 7: Quite good, but one point: 1. Do you mean "bow'ls"? March 5: bow'ls March 1: bow'ls Feb 23: A masterpiece from the "so incoherent it must be beautiful" school. -bow'ls- Feb 18: Knowing well your bow'ls are naughty Feb 17: bow'ls Feb 17: bow'ls Feb 5: bow'ls Feb 5: bow'ls Feb 4: Would that your bow'ls were as burdensome as mine -- I'd wager them capable of many a coiled disturbance in the force! Feb 4: bow'ls Feb 4: bow'ls Feb 3: bow'ls Feb 2: The subject matter is the same as always: the moving of bow'ls.
Re: Say the Word 'Trousers' Without Laughing by Nicholas Jones	11-May-04/8:48 PM
Try Trowsus yn Gymraeg
Re: Say the Word 'Trousers' Without Laughing by Nicholas Jones	11-May-04/8:48 PM
Try Trowsus yn Gymraeg
Re: a comment on Haiku Gymraeg by Nicholas Jones	11-May-04/8:45 PM
*waves hand*
Re: Haiku Gymraeg by Nicholas Jones	11-May-04/8:44 PM
Mae dy haiku yn dda
Re: a comment on Haiku Gymraeg by Nicholas Jones	11-May-04/8:43 PM
I THINK ALL ENGLISH POETS SHOULD TAKE A HARD LOOK AT THE WORLD OUTSIDE THEIR OWN BOW'LS FOR ONCE AND LOOK, JUST LOOK AT OTHER CULTURES!
Re: a comment on Sonnet on an Operating Table by Sasha	11-May-04/8:36 PM
the tenth circle in the bow'ls of the inferno
Re: a comment on Serendipity by cuddlytiger17	11-May-04/8:28 PM
Speeking of which where did Hypatia go
Re: Fourteen Years by impert&ent	11-May-04/8:26 PM
Though the last three stanzas are good, the "Sparkbook" appellations make me think this poem should be entitles "14 ways of looking at Bow'ls"
Re: Style / Ffordd by Nicholas Jones	11-May-04/7:36 PM
Samuel Becket dit qu'ecrire en français le permit d'ecrire sans style. Eh bien, je ne parle pas tres bien français, Donc il me faudra une autre langue seconde pour Mettre sa theorie à la preuve: Voyez-vous, il n'y a guère style là: Moins qu'en "Waiting for Godot"
Re: Style / Ffordd by Nicholas Jones	11-May-04/7:33 PM
Pam wyt ty'n sgrifennu'n gymraeg? Naill ai yn Gymraeg neu yn Saenseg, mae dy ysgrifen heb dull a heb pwynt. (Does ddim pwynt sgrifennu fel twpsyn) ond....Pam lai?
Re: What You Give by NoSage	11-May-04/7:04 PM
Bow'ls
Re: Highschool in My Head by MacFrantic	11-May-04/7:03 PM
Bow'ls
Re: a comment on Bracelets In A Box by cuddlytiger17	11-May-04/7:00 PM
Not to trash you further, but people who don't care what others think of their poetry don't post their poems on Poemranker for comment.
Re: a comment on A Portrait of Antonio Machado (Edit) by Sasha	11-May-04/6:15 PM
So what sort of poems, besides the above song *should* I translate?
Re: a comment on A Portrait of Antonio Machado (Edit) by Sasha	11-May-04/5:40 PM
If it had anything to do with my paranoia, my "insecurities" or anything of the sort, I wouldn't even be saying what I'm saying. I'm saying your poetry is shot full of clichés and why it is. I'm telling you that zodiac's right. Poets don't write only for themselves unless their name is Emily Dickenson. I'm telling you why your poetry doesen't inspire.
Re: a comment on A Portrait of Antonio Machado (Edit) by Sasha	11-May-04/5:33 PM
I'll agree with you there... Interestingly, I only translate poems that I find worth the effort of translating. So what sort of poems, if not Machado and Lorca, are to your taste?
Re: a comment on A Portrait of Antonio Machado (Edit) by Sasha	11-May-04/5:25 PM
You're welcome. So this translation, at least, is not of a dull poem?
Re: a comment on Bracelets In A Box by cuddlytiger17	11-May-04/5:16 PM
So if I have an emotional overload and go into a siezure during which my head hits the keyboard repeatedly, is "sfbisfo sibaioniabrjg803nin7qcoai 31uo&* g(ealf" a poem because it occured during an emotional moment, even though it doesen't have words?
Re: a comment on A Portrait of Antonio Machado (Edit) by Sasha	11-May-04/5:11 PM
NE ME QUITTE PAS Don't you leave me now, Now we must forget All we can forget All that's left us now; To forget about All the times we fought And the time we lost Trying to figure out How we might forget When attacks of "why?" Helped our hearts kill time, How it thrills me! yet Don’t leave me now... I will offer you Beads and rain-made pearls That come from a world Where it never rains. Roam the land and sea Till I gasp and die, With a golden gleam, And a sheen of jewels Build your realm to be Where love’s everything Where love is the king Where you'll be the queen Don’t you leave me now Don’t you leave me now I will recreate Words and what they state, Things you'll know about, Tales of lovers who Fell away and then Fell in love again As their love stayed true There’s a story too That I must describe Of this king who died Of not meeting you Don’t you leave me now And it’s true that new Flames can burst and blaze From a peak thought done With volcanic days. Seems a burning field Scorched in blasts of heat Could give us more wheat Than April's best yield When the night is nigh Burning overhead, Can't the black and red Twine across the sky? Don’t you leave me now Don’t you leave me now Now I'll cry no more And I'll sigh no more Hide myself somehow: See your dance anew, Hear the song you sing Hear your laughter ring, Watch you smiling too Let me be for you: Shadow of your shadow Shadow of your hand Dog at your command