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  • Jefferson Carter (7/22/2014 3:39:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Here's Lamont being an unbiased, thoughtful critic: " Your silly, lazy, and shamelessly self-serving definition of poetry (everything's a poem if its broken up into lines) is rejected by most poets in practice, even if not in theory." Most poets I know get gassy when defining poetry, and NO ONE has ever devised a widely-accepted definition. When I beat that dead horse of prose/poetry, I'm trying to clear away some theoretical underbrush, so I'll never have to hear another poet/critic say, THAT isn't poetry.
    Everything is VERSE if it's broken into lines; otherwise, it's prose. Simple, eh? Lamont insists on confusing the neutral noun " poetry" with the approving adjective " poetic"
    and the neutral noun " prose" with the derogatory adjective " prosaic." What a mess. AND, I'd like to add, anyone who can something poetic in Adam Snow's verse should finish that GED he abandoned years ago.

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    • Professor Plum (7/22/2014 7:34:00 PM) Post reply

      Let's go ahead and put this to rest. No one is arguing " verse" and " prose" . It's the terms " poetic" or " poetry" that are causing the ruffle. What makes for ... more

  • Co The Skipper (7/22/2014 12:49:00 PM) Post reply

    there is a problem
    i don't know which problem it is
    but that makes it even bigger
    there is a problem
    there is a problem
    i must play

  • Sean North (7/22/2014 12:40:00 PM) Post reply

    thanks n thnks... ur the best , pEacE 1st, then the small stuff

  • Paul Tubb (7/22/2014 8:07:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Good Afternoon All,

    The Dog of Edward Aloysius Grey
    Was feeling rather bored one day...

    The Sun is shining in Dublin, and that is all needs to be said...

    Paul...

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  • Mike Acker (7/21/2014 10:31:00 PM) Post reply

    Sunday Morning

    Sunday morning, a time once reserved
    for choosing paths, reading signs, and mis-
    interpreting ancient thoughts, now just
    another morning for contemplating
    endless space. All sign-posts and markings
    no longer point. One charts courses on non-
    existent roads, which just yesterday were
    strewn with bread and red, cheap wine. Why north,
    now leads straight to south, and back again.
    East and west have gone into mists eternal
    and yet return. Its time for claustrophobia
    to envelope ever since the dimensions
    have collapsed one upon the other,
    even if only in imaginary minds.

    .......Sunday morning, still the same, reserved
    for going nowhere in particular, with no-one.

    Mike Acker

  • Richard Thripp (7/21/2014 7:32:00 PM) Post reply

    This message will be deleted by Poem Hunter's Parisian frogs within 48 hours. Curiously my blasphemy-free, non-threatening, observational couplets require painstaking monitoring & vigilance. Huzzah! I've struck a nerve! Arise mutants!

  • Jefferson Carter (7/21/2014 3:42:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Here's Lamont at his most generous defending Adam Snow's poop: " I dislike rhyme way too much to waste time churning out cliched rhyming doggerel, under an alias, just for your entertainment pleasure." Wow! With friends like this, who needs enemies? Or in Lamont's case, enemas?

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    • Lamont Palmer (7/22/2014 7:34:00 AM) Post reply

      I'm not Adam's friend. I've never spoken with him and he's never so much as thanked me for occasionally taking up his fight, at least as I recall. I'm merely objectively commenting on his poetry, beca ... more

  • Co The Skipper (7/21/2014 12:18:00 PM) Post reply

    ik denk, je pense
    ja ik denk niet in een taal
    ik denk niet, denk het niet
    ik denk, ik bedank mijne gedacht
    altijd het begint, eindigt in het begin
    maar aan welke wetenschap
    toebehoort deze gedachten?
    het is niet werkelijk de verdriet is

    i think, je pense
    i don't think in a language
    i don't think, don't you think
    i think, thanks my thinking to think for me
    always the start, the end ends in the start
    but to which sciences belongs all the process
    the thoughts are not real, the pain is

  • delilah contrapunctal (7/21/2014 9:22:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    living under an assumption
    or in a crevasse
    could possibly
    send tinglies
    coursing
    up
    (and
    down)
    your
    spinal column

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    • delilah contrapunctal (7/21/2014 10:05:00 AM) Post reply

      magnificent work.. .(writing this reply to see if it posts, following the original, as the original has not appeared on the forum....) this is too annoying....no wonder the trolls and their numer ... more

  • Mike Acker (7/21/2014 12:19:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    Insanity (as reply)

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    • Mike Acker (7/21/2014 12:25:00 AM) Post reply

      (A) The Arab hates the Jew, as the Jew hates the Arab. The Jew hates the Arab, as the Arab hates the Jew. What, oh what is a sane man to do? or (B) The Jew loves a Jew. The Ar ... more

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