Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(12/4/2013 10:48:00 PM)
I want to throw my weight around a little bit.
There I go, I just bumped my a*s into your a*s. Look at me!
I don't s*ck! My chin is on your chin just looking at yo' a*s, B*tch!
Check me out. I'm going to strut over to you. Look at you. You s*ck.
No, you s*ck, B*tch!
(Hey, everyone! This is the beginning of my new play! I'll post more later. Rough draft. It's kind of " Sam Beckett-ish" ;)
(12/4/2013 10:21:00 PM)
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Hi - Is this where I should post a poem for critique? Thank you.
(12/4/2013 8:09:00 PM)
Must be shark feeding time.......
Black diamonds coruscating through
purple waters which rush into a once
Roaring, ivory horses, unbridled,
approach the edge of the once
forbidden ruby hills.
Mammoth birds with
blue-dyed feathers near a once
Where are the armadillos?
fishes ascend into once
Bony, mane-less lions
chase shadows of once
Minds and myths of lived lives
settle into Saturn's once
But the armadillos
are nowhere to be found.
(12/4/2013 2:30:00 PM)
One last thing. I dare Lamont Palmer to give me the name of one of his 100 publishers (who apparently are harassing him to publish) and I will send them my poem Lamont Palmer and his Mediocrities for review. I will swear here and now that I will post their response if I receive one. I think that should shut him up once and for all. Lamont just give me the information and I will send them this poem.
(12/4/2013 12:35:00 PM)
The answer is winding in the blow!
(After overuse of a well known decongestant inhaler, when suffering from a “Man’s Cold”, I have been unable to smell almost anything since 2004..except)
Once upon a torrid time, my sense of smell departed.
Aromas, now faint memories, my nose, now broken-hearted.
One saving grace, I can’t detect, when one, nearby has perspired.
Not so much now, but in quite recent times.
my sense of smell was needed.
When offloading tankers of solvents,
the smell of a leak should be heeded.
(In case a spillage should occur, and emergency breathing gear’s needed.)
One I recall, above them all,
whose pong hit my nostrils much quicker.
The rancid, putrid, burning stench,
of the dreaded Ammonia Liquor.
As the liquid was pumped, into the vessel,
the pressure was squeezed out the top,
down a vent through a curtain of running water,
designed, for the odour, to stop.
Remembering this, the other day,
whilst in a soothing bath I lay,
puzzled was I, upon the sound,
of bubbles rising and bursting round.
(and no spa or Jacuzzi, to be found!)
Oh why, oh why, in the bowels of Hell,
Was I granted the honour of retaining this smell?
No aromas of roses, shall pass up our noses,
We who suffer “anosmia”, have superfluous hoses.
My own gaseous bile, which has oft been berated.
How ironic, my one smell, now appears concentrated.
(12/4/2013 12:30:00 PM)
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Why do farts stink more in the shower?
Sherrie Kolb Cassel
(12/4/2013 11:25:00 AM)
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While some people are still working out their personal differences (zzzz) - I thought I'd return to posting poems for people to respond to, or not....negative or positive comments are equally valuable.
By Denise Levertov 1923–1997
A voice from the dark called out,
“The poets must give us
imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar
imagination of disaster. Peace, not only
the absence of war.”
But peace, like a poem,
is not there ahead of itself,
can’t be imagined before it is made,
can’t be known except
in the words of its making,
grammar of justice,
syntax of mutual aid.
A feeling towards it,
dimly sensing a rhythm, is all we have
until we begin to utter its metaphors,
learning them as we speak.
A line of peace might appear
if we restructured the sentence our lives are making,
revoked its reaffirmation of profit and power,
questioned our needs, allowed
A cadence of peace might balance its weight
on that different fulcrum; peace, a presence,
an energy field more intense than war,
might pulse then,
stanza by stanza into the world,
each act of living
one of its words, each word
a vibration of light—facets
of the forming crystal.
(12/4/2013 10:05:00 AM)
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Lamont, the statement that I should not have used the term moron was only made because I used the wrong term. I should have used a different term. All the rest of what I had said applies fully. What I should have said was that it could make you look like a moron if you thought you could portray being included in a self-published book of say 3 or 4 units as a great achievement especially if your poem was about the author. You were also clever enough never to mention that he was self-publishing. I only found out because I actually read the e-mail(which could have been fabricated) .
In short, I have discovered through the conversations with you from yesterday along with ones in the past that you are a truly delusional individual. Your writing fall short in every aspect except for one. They have a stench of old and one can't help but feel that you are tracing (like tracing paper) the original works of true masters and clumsily trying to substitute your words to make them sound uniquely Lamont Palmer's. I recommend strongly that you always add a disclaimer from now on. I can help you put it together. This disclaimer should emphasize that you have no formal education of any kind in the field of Literature and lack any credentials that would qualify you in the least to critique generally and especially to critique harshly. That's it, just add the disclaimer and anyone reading your critiques will know that the hot air they suddenly sense is exactly that: hot air. What you are like is a print of an original and you are running around proudly showing that your being the 1250th copy is still more valuable than someone who, although has no connection to any one famous, is still original. That is why I seriously always say that I get more enjoyment reading Adam Snow's " simple" poetry than say reading your Prell poem. At least Adam has the courage to be original. I think there is no need anymore to get into why the prell poem falls short in every way and at times is plain embarrassing.
As I tell you constantly your writing ability does not justify your loud and arrogant bark. It is easy to resolve all this. Add the disclaimer from now on. I put something together for you:
Please note that I. Lamont Palmer, have no formal education in the fields of English Literature and Creative Writing or any other scholarly credentials related to the interpretation and or critiquing of poetry. You can improve on my suggestion but please make sure you add it at the end of every one of your critiques from now on. Thank you.Replies for this message:
(12/4/2013 2:24:00 PM)
Sherrie's problem we know. She is still pissed off that the Nazi-flavored, romantic poem once posted by her (written by her husband) was not only bad poetry, but the grammar in the use of a foreig ... more
(12/4/2013 1:20:00 PM)
Don't you get tired of repeating the same drivel, 'Mike'? Though I must admit, its far more entertaining than your schmaltzy poetry. I'll tell the next editor that publishes me what you've said. They' ... more
Sherrie Kolb Cassel
(12/4/2013 11:28:00 AM)
When I can't sleep, I read " Mike Acker's" posts; they put me right to sleep. Better than Ambien....zzzzzz....
- Mike Acker (12/4/2013 2:24:00 PM) Post reply
(12/4/2013 6:12:00 AM)
Such clever people
they’ve thought of everything,
so others need
think of nothing
(12/4/2013 2:06:00 AM)
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One from Martin Turner (RIP) , who posted on here a few years back. As a reply, Atlantic Memoir. (LP - it's good to see that critics are as much creatures of their time as the poets they laud or damn.)Replies for this message:
(12/4/2013 2:18:00 PM)
Jim, the more things 'change', the more they stay the same. TURNER was a strong poet indeed. He's missed. -LP
(12/4/2013 2:07:00 AM)
Night comes and the clenching of teeth. Gone the ricercare of the birds. A baroque sky of shell and pearl gives way to one of dark silk. Do you remember the man in the brown suit, sipping ... more
- Lamont Palmer (12/4/2013 2:18:00 PM) Post reply
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