setting the record straight on April

November does suck ass, but I'm rather fond of December.Not a bad poem though.

This poem has potential. It is not entirely coherent, but it has an excellent combination of ideas that, with a little work, could be well worth reading. "April is the cruellest month," is an allusion to the prologue to the Canterbury Tales where April is beautiful and warm, rather than rainy and miserable and dead as Eliot sees it. You attack Eliot as he attacked Chaucer which is good... carrying on the tradition, I suppose.

Ahhhh! Such a waste! 3. This poem starts really well, and I was gripped for the first four lines, but then it just turns into an awfully incoherent, crappy rant. I think my major gripe is that you appear to be trying very hard to shock the reader, but fail utterly and completely.

This sounds like something Danny DeVito might say in response to a poetry reading...point made, but with the delicacy of a sledgehammer.

Danny devito? Why not ..say..magnum p.i. we have three months listed, fuck it ! throw the other nine in for good measure..and really be a rebel. your hurting the feelings of sagittariuses everywhere. selfish recluse. Brown recluse. bastard! lover...

yeah z... i feel a bit better..lot's of driving though, but the over abundance of introspective bikini patters did seem to eventually balance out the grueling race there.. if you call getting washing machined by 6-10 foot shorebreakers at the wedge (famous ca beach south of balboa that has a jetti which pushes the swells to double their size, aka el playa that breaks necks, and sandblasts your arse crack) purged. as far as the bottle goes...ah..tonight it's a crisp chianti with a bit of broiled sea bass on top of rice pilaff. i might jerk off to buffalo 66 for an encore...or maybe glue more junk drawer items to my breakfast nook table(due to frequent mushroom ingestions this summer my day room table and benches have become some of my more artistically inclined friends, and i's pet project. it's all for the love of mother, but where could she be? island hopping with the columbian drug cartel and designing panties i bet, yes, i'd wager p&k's one fingered farm on that. she is a malignant breeder that one, the more she kicks me, the more i bow to her swollen femininity

This is just trying too hard to be clever and iconoclastic. I know what you mean but...if you sat next to me on the bus and launched into this, I'd move away.

I love this poem it is witty and depressing and honest and real and full of grace. If it were my poem which clearly it is not, I would try to find a better phrasing for the last thought. it sort of disappoints.Kinda like oatmeal after chocolate mousse. Also,did the dead guy lose too, or did ashcroft lose to the dead guy?

AESTHETIC THEORY

"Contrive a poem out of ears.
Tell it
so that its petals unchocolate
like a brain in a jar
Wax walnut, melting with thought.
Make it a poem almost
lewdly knowledgable
and make its knowledge
ooze, syrup from the punched trunk.
Make it snake up to the molecule whorey and put its mouth
atomic against the mouth of its core.
Pull on its stem
to expose its foetus. Make it
have children with sleek ginger jaws,
make the dogs moan when it passes,
let it out of its jar
make it lie with our corpse, our chaos.
Make it hungry, evil, enemy of Death.
Put it on paper. Read it.
Make surgery its sigh, and of such sting
the scorpions call it Jehovah & Who.
Make it now before you crapout.
Contrive it, sperm it, stroke it,
make it efficient, make it fit,
make it more poem than Poem can survive."

Stan Rice, Some Lamb 1975..

and you have the gall to call my work bad, I wouldnt even wipe my ass on this boring shit

Why did babbit11 only give you an -8-. If I was babbit11 I would give Po etandknowit a -10- every time.