BitaTruble
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ORIGINAL: Noah
It's a poem, Steel, a personal expression, not an instruction book for fuck's sake.
Kind of like when Billy Collins says, in a poem, that the right way to write a poem is to first undress, then peel off your skin and remove all your organs except those down there.
He doesn't intend you to follow his instructions, I don't think. It's just that ...
Death and sex
Death and sex
Poetry poetry
Death and sex
Anyway, the original poster had the right organs in the right quantity to put his stuf out there and I applaud him and thank him for it. How many of the big, bad motherfuckers (and motherfuckettes) around here have posted anything that took half that much balls?
A beer-soaked bowling team doesn't owe anyone perfect pitch when they stagger out of the lanes bellowing "WE are the CHAMPIONS".
A tomcat yowling after a good night in his alley doesn't owe anyone deathless verse.
This dude was obviously reelin' with the feelin' and he let it all hang out. I'd rather read something from the heart all day long than crap carefully calculated to appease the kind of critics who never even opened their ear to the little masterpiece of emotional expression lurking under that dandy little pile of mixed metaphors.
I say that poem rocked!
To paraphrase the editor character in "Shipping News": If you want War and Peace go read William Fucking Shakespeare.
In the mean time let's see some poetry from all the other dissers in the thread. I'm sitting here all ready to appreciate it, beer in hand. Or else, go on, try in vain to find a single imperfection in my quatrain above.
Wretched blast of cold, crisp wind
Beats the furrowed brow
Touching shadowed, corpselike skin
And wrinkled, darkened scowl.
Such anger, unbeknownst to them
Who seek a hollow laugh,
Belittles man to syncopate
A life such lived so well
Horrid abjuration, unheeded far to oft
Bellowed to that cold, crisp wind
Is a sound so very lost.
Now, I could just have said 'ditto', but, in the spirit and all ... ::grins:: I think anyone who is willing to put a piece of themselves out there for all the world to see has some kind of guts going on and that rocks regardless of whether such effort is appreciated by the masses.
Celeste
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