Jon, you're latest blogs have the comment box turned off. No one can comment. You have to go into Blog Control Panel (on the left of your screen in your blog page) and change the default to allow comments. Unless you don't want comments.
You're definitely not crazy, that was my goof. When I went back to look at the comment I left for you I went into your profile. Obviously it was not there, but I still don't understand why it shouldn't be there considering you left a message in my profile and I responded. Anyway, I got a Bukowski wind of inspiration reading your comments, and a nice "poem."
You had me confused actually. I thought I was going crazy.
You're right Virge my comment is still here. I still don't know how this system works yet. But you're a good sport, ol sport.
First of all as far as the farting thing goes, I'd rather you fart in a bottle and fast put a cork in it and take it into the closet with you and pull the cork and inhale deeply. That'll get a reaction out of yourself. And, if you want to get a reaction from others, when you feel a fart coming on, pull down your pants--- stand in a public place and wait for a nice crowd to gather around (and make sure everybody is happy) and they will be happy once they're eyeballing those dimpled knees and little baby fat sack ring a lingy of yours---and proceed to get in farting stance and let it go. Then ask them if they smell the acid residue---remind them that you are a scientist, or engineer. Yeah yeah get a reaction.
Reaction shme-reaction. You get reaction from just farting. But is it poetry. You can get a reaction from anything. Poetry is creative language, and I'm afraid I didn't see creativity there. That's what the Bukowski crowd don't understand.
Second rate Bukowski?! Hey, let me be honest with cha. If I'm even remotely compared to Bukowski then I take it as a big compliment. Harsh, even nasty criticism, can be affirming in the sense that I succeeded in taking my readers to a desired place or psychological point. If you look at the comments left for my poem, what becomes apparent is the range of reaction. Some even got goofy because the subject matter incited them, opened them up to move past the taboo, or maybe not. And I say that's great---celebrate, get goofy, yell, get angry if you must you're still having fun, I sure as hell am. Hey I'm going to try to gather up all my poems and put them over time in a blog, then you can love and hate them all over as you will, Virge. Thanks.
I'm glad you didn't take my criticism to heart, but I was being honest. I didn't think that was good. Frankly it was second rate Bukowski, and first rate Bukowski isn't very good.
Hey Virge Happy New Year back at ya! I'm aching like the rest of the world following another crazy New Year's Eve! They all start to blend into one another as the years pass, don't they? And some of the new liquor and bottled coolers out these days, wow---like Mike's Hard Lemonade and Seagram's, taste like candy! I need to stick to me red wine. I'm going to Walmart today, I imagine it's going to be a zoo. I have to return this darn new computer, it's got a tick in the mousepad. Ugh. If busy I'll just scoot on over to Barnes & Noble out there in Vestal next door to ol Binghamton town and find a big cushy chair and camp out with big piles of books like an old sage. Hey you have fun day!
Happy New Year Jon. I leave you with a present: http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=eG3afAIi6IQ. Now I'm not sure I like the back beat they put to it, but the video is fabulous. Probably something Jack K. would rebel against.
