And if people have the right to say what they want others have the right to write whatever they want.
If you look at some of the HillWalker's latest posts he seems to be engaged in a campaign to kick writers off this board whose writing style he disagrees with. Nobody should be kicked off a posting board for expressing what is supposeded to be their right to write whatever they choose.
I'll ignore cyber bullies up to the point where they try to engage in censorship. And frankly, not just Hillwalker but one or two others have run other innovative writers off this board with their cyber bullying. Anybody with two eyes can see that some of these "critiques" of newer members posts in particular are nothing more than hostility coming from individuals with anger management problems. I think it's sad when people leave this website because of cyber bullying. Cyber bullying scares off new members, and it's bad for morale.
There's a difference between cyber bullying and simply saying you don't care for a piece. There's a world of difference, and anyone with two eyes can see that. I'm not the first person to make this observation either.
"...the ramblings of a narcissistic, self-obsessed, deranged mind."
My poetry, plays, novels, & other stuff on Amazon:
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Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
I'll read and dislike whatever I want to read and dislike and if you take issue with what myself and others say then post something we'll have nice things to say about. The reader is a better judge of a poem's merit than the poet himself, otherwise every poet who has ever fancied himself a genius would be right, myself included. I've written nonsense poetry too. Never though have I dedicated three threads to it and gotten defensive when others fail to proclaim it gold.
Last edited by Darcy88; 01-24-2012 at 11:19 AM.
Where has he "campaigned" to get you kicked off the board? And who else is he trying to get kicked off?
The problem with your continuos argument of you being picked on because you're innovative and edgy is that you're just not. Hell, we had a poster give example of poems almost a hundred years old doing way more outlandish stuff than you've ever done. And what do you do? Continue posting the same kind of stuff and claiming it's innovative and edgy. It's frustrating, Wolf.
I will take a stab at being outlandish.
Here we go: (not worthy of own thread)
I was sitting on the sandpapered floor
In a funhouse surrounded by all the funhouse mirrors
When suddenly a crayfish crawled past
It moved so slow and so stupid and so inconsequential
And then... the tranquility came
And then...
I never said anything interesting, again.
Last edited by Bewlay Brother; 01-25-2012 at 03:28 PM.
This stuff looks like a Discordian exercise, maybe best read as a zen-koan. Then again, maybe not.
Quoting Principia Discordia
.A ZEN STORY by Camden Benares, The Count of Five
Headmaster, Camp Meeker Cabal
A serious young man found the conflicts of mid 20th Century America confusing. He went to many people seeking a way of resolving within himself the discords that troubled him, but he remained troubled.
One night in a coffee house, a self-ordained Zen Master said to him, "go to the dilapidated mansion you will find at this address which I have written down for you. Do not speak to those who live there; you must remain silent until the moon rises tomorrow night. Go to the large room on the right of the main hallway, sit in the lotus position on top of the rubble in the northeast corner, face the corner, and meditate."
He did just as the Zen Master instructed. His meditation was frequently interrupted by worries. He worried whether or not the rest of the plumbing fixtures would fall from the second floor bathroom to join the pipes and other trash he was sitting on. He worried how would he know when the moon rose on the next night. He worried about what the people who walked through the room said about him.
His worrying and meditation were disturbed when, as if in a test of his faith, ordure fell from the second floor onto him. At that time two people walked into the room. The first asked the second who the man was sitting there was. The second replied "Some say he is a holy man. Others say he is a s***head."
Hearing this, the man was enlightened.
If you believe even a half of this post, you are severely mistaken.
A Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop-ist Public Service Announcement
by Wolf Larsen
Immediately! Frong - frip - twwwwwiiiiing! It's time for the underwear wars of the saints of Goo - Tyyy - Wong to invade all our minds! Stay calm! Panic! Do everything right now!
In addition, no one shall wear underwear ever again for the remainder of history! It's time to wear our shoes on top of our heads! Walk around public naked while you scream out obscenities at the Moon & the Sun because do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do!
Froooooooooooomph! From this day forward everyone shall immediately change their names! Find the most fooorip-pliping-gorockety name that you can think of and give it to yourself! Think of some puuuuuroop kind of name and give it to your dog! Get your penis a dopoofritzt kind of name! Give your pussy a nuuuumrrock-licky-Yum Yum kind of name! Give whichever hand you masturbate with its own up-Amsterdam-down-Amsterdam-up-Amsterdam-down kind of name! Call your television set anything but television set because it's time for new ping-ponging kablopity names for everything!
Hello and goodbye! Don't forget! Tomorrow is I forgot my clothes at home day! Nobody will wear clothes tomorrow - nowhere in the entire world!
And finally a great big yiiiippppeeeeeeeeeeee to everybody!
Copyright 2012 Wolf Larsen
"...the ramblings of a narcissistic, self-obsessed, deranged mind."
My poetry, plays, novels, & other stuff on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr...or=Wolf Larsen
W a r n i n g
Please do not personalise your arguments.
It is the works that we discuss, not the people who write them.
If find yourself unable to receive negative criticism as well as the positive ones,
please refrain from posting your work in a public forum.
~
"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
~
The new Beezow Doo-Doo Zopittybop-Bop-Bop-ism
An interview with myself, Wolf Larsen
Question: Bleepity-schleepity sclroloonnggong fin?
Wolf Larsen answers: Ooooopa Kaaaafrruuump! Icky – icky do-do dow jones mein! SChnip!
Question: Pwaaaooonnk! Scna lu lu lu lu lu la?
Wolf Larsen answers: Dwooooopp! Zwaaaaacka Zwaaaaaaaacka ka-luuuummmmph! Trrriiiinnnngg!
Question: Well, how do you ka-pluuuumphf-tennis shoes -space rocket that?
Wolf Larsen answers: Ka-chiiiiiinnnng! Plamp! Plump! Plimp! Gooooonnnnng!
Question: I see, but if you ratty-chatty-matty, then how can you dance the Martian tree from the underwear ledge at the vibrant personalities zoo, know what I mean?
Wolf Larsen answers: Faaaarrrrt!
Question: Faaaarrrrrt?
Wolf Larsen answers: Always fart! Yes fart! Fart is the answer! Vote for fart! Fight for fart! Love fart! Art for fart!
Question: And what about your right-hand?
Wolf Larsen answers the question by painting everything blue and orange and green.
Copyright 2012 by Wolf Larsen
"...the ramblings of a narcissistic, self-obsessed, deranged mind."
My poetry, plays, novels, & other stuff on Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr...or=Wolf Larsen
Need more attention now, Wolf? Kind of sucks that you drove hill ofF the boards. He was the only person who took the time to actually try and give thoughtful critiques to your ... work.
You must be the change you wish to see in the world. -- Mahatma Gandhi
I don't know. Are they?
I'd like to apologize for my previous post, mostly because Scheherzade is absolutely right. If I don't have anything nice to say, I shouldn't say anything at all.
In any case, if your writing has a goal, and you feel that you are striving and reaching higher as a writer, WolfLarsen, then I have no right to admonish your efforts, simply because I don't understand them. It seems that your writing is as religion is to some people-- And perhaps more like poetry: Personal, and perhaps not meant to be understood. And not meant to be constructively critiqued by the uninitiated.
The words that I do understand are a bit crude and disrupt the entire scat-man rhythm it appears that you are attempting to achieve. The zippity doo-wongs do more than the 'fart', that is.
It kind of reminds me of the monkeys in the Jungle book, doing their random, crazy singing and making rhythmic noises. You know, that song with Baloo the bear and the Monkey King, and they sing, ''I wanna be like you!'' ?
Maybe there's some kind of jazzy melody in the background?
But again, in my opinion at least, stylistically the words chosen can be more 'cool cat', if you know what I'm saying.
Just my two cents.![]()
Last edited by BookBeauty; 01-31-2012 at 01:09 AM.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. ~Oscar Wilde.
If you were at a luncheon and someone began to hectically gesticulate and incoherently babble, and persisted to do so in the face of repeated remonstrance, driving you to leave in a subsequent fit of frustration, the responsibility for your departure would not belong to you alone.
Last edited by Darcy88; 01-31-2012 at 01:09 AM.