Yeah but blp's a minimalist.Originally Posted by Il Penseroso
I've banned myself from writing on subjects like the moon or stars or dreamy women. I leave the sonorous all up to you now.
I write about Walmart urinals too.
Yeah but blp's a minimalist.
I've banned myself from writing on subjects like the moon or stars or dreamy women. I leave the sonorous all up to you now.
I write about Walmart urinals too.
Last edited by jon1jt; 01-14-2009 at 12:16 AM.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
It's so ****ing funny!
I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.
It's so ****ing funny!
****ing funny...I can live with that! Thanks pensive.
IP: What the heck are sound mechanics anyway? Are they the sounds of farting in the poem? The problem with that is there is no actual farting done in the poem. I dunno.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Sound mechanics, I suppose, equal good handling of line, breaks, and devices that make the words echo. No, I agree, no sounds of farting.
perhaps the fact that I chose to respond to that in the poem demonstrates my not-too-fond attitude toward the subject matter, beyond initial shock value. I'm not left dreamy-eyed and creation-inspired like many of my favorite poems from you.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
Woha! Now hold on a sec---initial shock value?? But we all fart among other things. Ahem...natural bodily functions. Expand your poetic horizons. Deny nothing.
Oh, thank you for the compliment. I'm happy, at least you like some of my poems, just not this one, and that other recent one or two.
Didn't you get what I was saying about the World Light Generation? Aw man, everyone's hating lately. I expect it from Virgil, but IP, blp? Oh, Riesa too. Sheesher.
Last edited by jon1jt; 01-16-2009 at 12:46 AM.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise."
-- F. Scott Fitzgerald
You see now, eyemaker enjoyed my poem, he wasn't "shocked" by it now was he? No. And he's not a hater either.Thank you dear eyemaker.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Have you ever heard of Howard Stern Jon? This is the type of thing Howard Stern does. I wouldn't be proud of it.
LET THERE BE LIGHT
"Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena
My literature blog: http://ashesfromburntroses.blogspot.com/
I never said I hated it. it's just that with great power comes great responsibility, and see you've made the baby of the forum (sorry Pensive, I'll never accept that you are a young adult, I shall always think of you as the baby genius) swear! for shame. ;-)
"Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."
Who moi?
First I've heard of it. And hating? Where? When? You mean me going 'a bit Bukowski-ish'? Are you kidding? You know what I was (jokingly) referring to don't you? Don't you?
Oh yeah I know b, I'm just goofing with you guys. I really appreciate the feedback, the good and ugly, forces me to take second and third looks just when I thought I got it all right. Thanks.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
I like the Birds in an Airplane one as well, just haven't gotten to commenting on it yet. I haven't read the Walmart Urinal poem yet.
I'm with you on the World Light Generation; it's just that my methods of enjoying it/dropping my pebble in for the universe mean I want to become a high school English teacher, still.
No hating from me.
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
- John Berryman
I'm not sure you should read my Walmart Urinal poem anymore. I got a really...well, a PM saying this about it:
You're going to be an English teacher and all, there's children to think about. I dunno.
Last edited by jon1jt; 01-18-2009 at 01:34 AM.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Originally Posted by anonymous
"the coversation in your poem is boring, your writing is dull, there is nothing fantastic at all about that stupid urinal poem, it bored the F**k out of me."
It least now this comment is where the person should have put it, instead of hiding behind a PM
World Light Generation. What is that? Sounds like something the late and great Dr. Tesla wanted to do.
very constructive, you could build a bridge on that
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