Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(12/2/2013 4:37:00 PM)
(Spoken with a French accent) =Sherie has been known to delete massages which have comments that are derogatory. So, to be safe this is in reference to her posting
below: The Poem of the Little House at the Corner of Misapprehension and Marvel
A bit of background about Sherie:
" College would distance me from the small town I grew up in and, from Mama.
Later, she would tell me that she was at a loss for words sometimes because I had learned all this fancy stuff and
she just didn’t know how to talk to me anymore. She gets a little tongue-tied she says. I don’t understand."
(Still in French accent) Just to say that we also feel like Mama:
We are so lowly and not so smart like you. WOW! You speak French also! Thank you for translating the big
French words. They are scary. Like your Mama felt. Scared of your big words. Like we are here.
Please please break the big words down into smaller words so that we like your Mama could understand you.
But very sadly we must tell you that it is very unprofessional not to say that this story with the many fancy French words
should be called a rumor and not presented as fact, Sherrie. There were many differing accounts. As Slacker says
above being a bird with no wings you " tend make ludicrous and meaningless but intellectually authentic sounding comments
to no one in particular." This time you are proving that his hypothesis is indeed correct.
Version 1(most historians agree that if the event truly occurred then it was while Nappy was in the Middle East)
Napoelon Bonaparte, whereas fighting within the Middle East in 1799 intends to unharness the 1200 Turkish troopers who had captured the French, when France captured Jaffa. At that point Napoleon was stricken with influenza. When inspecting the troops, Napoleon attacked by severe coughing till he says " Ma sacre toux" (bloody cough) . Escort officer Napoleon felt the generals said " Massacrez Tous" (Kill all) . As a result, all 1,200 Turkish prisoners were killed. simply because the overall cough and ear officer that error! (Nothing to do with a mob)
According to some historians the massacre of the boulevards after the coup d’état of Napoleon III resulted from a mistaken command. Napoleon III is said to have been suffering from a severe cold, and to have exclaimed “Ma sacré toux! “—”My wretched cough”—which was misinterpreted by a zealous officer as “Massacrez tous, ” or “Kill everybody.” There were some 1,200 prisoners of war incarcerated by the State, and they too were accordingly killed. (Nothing to do with a mob)
DO NOT STATE AS FACT WHAT IS CONSIDERED A HISTORICAL RUMOR. IT MAKES YOU LOOK STUPID. BUT WE KNOW YOU ARE VERY SMART.
(12/2/2013 12:12:00 PM)
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I Want To Drive Your Tongue
Don’t carve out my rough and bumpy parts
as they’re good for mastication and steering
from salty towns to bitter hubs. How might
I whistle your name clearly?Twist me to
the roof of the yellow Volkswagen and
propel me towards destinations of good
taste. I’ll wag myself in the open air lingo,
whooshing along a vivid splash of highways
and truck stops and diesel dive bars and my
mouth knows I am the meat and potatoes.Replies for this message:
(12/3/2013 2:41:00 PM)
Someone has been driven away by your title, Mr. Dogg.
(12/2/2013 11:09:00 PM)
Fine poem, Doggo! I love the last line.! Keep writing in this direction; it works! ! JC
(12/2/2013 7:27:00 PM)
I was really simply being honest, Scotty. I just wrote down how I felt about different works.
(12/2/2013 7:24:00 PM)
Lamont is a terrific poet. He's far bett ... more
(12/2/2013 6:39:00 PM)
Call me crazy, but I am beginning to thi ... more
Sherrie Kolb Cassel
(12/2/2013 6:06:00 PM)
Scotty D oh double G - I really like tit ... more
(12/2/2013 12:24:00 PM)
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My hat's off to you, Mr. Dogg. Very well ... more
- Mike Acker (12/3/2013 2:41:00 PM) Post reply
(12/2/2013 11:37:00 AM)
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Now that I have ensured that almost everyone(most wingless, well you know) is against me and that there are no friendships or allegiances, I will always know that the critiques hold nothing back.
Every breath I take is a labour
of love, for this body,
I must sustain. When I look at it,
it seems happy in this world.
But, I would like to go.
I've stopped inventing reasons,
and purpose, and goals and dreams.
I have no ingredients, anymore.
I tried the usual exits, but they all
brought me back to where I am,
to my body's relief. So, now,
I paint black doors on walls, doors
that just won't open. I've got to get out.
I stretched it as far as I can go.
As a last resort, I tried to look
for God who, they say, is in my heart.
But all I found was a long obituary
about his timely demise.
'He was old and cruel and had
to go. How can this God not love
two men who love each other',
was what the eulogy said.
The truth is, he just got too old.
We always bury our old.
They tell me what I need is hope.
I don't argue anymore.
I really just want to go.
I thought maybe a new love,
is the way to go, but then again,
I've thought of that before.
One of these days, one of these doors
might just open, if the black paint
ever has mercy on my soul.
Mike AckerReplies for this message:
(12/3/2013 12:39:00 PM)
I like the idea of painting black doors on walls. You could go in a lot of different directions with that one. You have a little 'creepy' thing going on here. The two men loving each other was a odd ... more
(12/3/2013 11:20:00 AM)
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Thank you Jefferson. You and the other writer on here with any real talent, Scotty(an up and coming star) , are the few whose opinions I would take seriously. I would never presume to know more than ... more
(12/3/2013 10:32:00 AM)
Goodness, once you cut out all the trite, sappy lines, you'd have nothing left. The casual, philosophical tone is nice, but the shallow mind behind it ruins the whole thing. That part can't be helped. ... more
(12/3/2013 9:47:00 AM)
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Mike, some very nice things in this poem ... more
(12/2/2013 11:36:00 PM)
I came her to comment and what do I find ... more
- Scotty Dogg (12/3/2013 12:39:00 PM) Post reply
(12/2/2013 11:24:00 AM)
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I have this suspicion that the image of a big fat wingless bird has forever entered Lamont Palmer's and Sherrie Gonzalez's subconscious. You wouldn't find true productive capable poets spending more than six months or so anywhere near a forum like this. I have only been on here a few months and have been reading and writing for maybe a year and a half. When I think that these two go back to 2004 or longer and I look at their writings. Lamont Palmer recently using something beyond drivel like " Driving someone's tongue from city to city" while the other is almost getting a heart attack over her perceived beauty of a Nazi -inspired poem lacking only love quotes straight out of Mein Kampf(mein because der Kampf is masculine in German) , but not lacking in such imagery as a half-chocolate dipped naked Nazi marching through Poland. Then she immediately defends Mein Kampf as having had some merit. Both proudly claiming that they have been reading and writing poetry since their teens and what we see them produce is almost laughable were they not in their fifties. Pathetic comes to mind. I will again go back to my upper ledge and just watch this very interesting group of, of ahh wingless, fat birds scurry around.
(12/2/2013 11:18:00 AM)
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Me sit around in wigwam
chillin man, chillin.
Look at those wingless
birds in the sky,
they are high, so high.
Suman Kumar Das
(12/2/2013 9:53:00 AM)
I respectfully invite you all to read my new write 'Make me Human! ' and put comments.
Suman Kumar Das
Alice Vedral Rivera
(12/2/2013 9:39:00 AM)
I tried not to get pulled into this black hole. I really, really did. This is not my typical forum inspired poem. It is intentionally full of trite cliches (but that is what this poem called for) .
A LESSON LEARNED
A long time ago
I had beaten my
share of dead
Been like an old
let go of the
In my defense
It was a long
slights by persons
The end result
Pointed out by
Not the object
of my scorn
© Alice Vedral Rivera – 12/2/13 9: 30am
(12/2/2013 1:31:00 AM)
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I wish I drew cartoons. Here is what I would have drawn, were I a cartoonist:
an enclosed area with about 20 wingless birds of different sizes running around jumping up and down. It is dirty, dusty and inch high in bird sh$t. Then whenever a new poem is announced the first to arrive is the biggest and fattest of these wingless birds(Lamont Palmer) (with big nubs where wings should be) scurrying over to where the action is, pushing some of less fatty birds aside. Then almost right behind him comes the second fattest, wingless bird(Sherrie Gonzalez) and immediately they both begin to make ludicrous and meaningless but intellectually authentic sounding comments to no one in particular. Then indignant, they scurry back to where they came from with their sides swinging left and right. Every once in a while a bird that can actually fly, lands in the middle of these fat, grotesque and wingless birds all smelling of guano that has dropped on their heads makes a few comments and then flies off again(JC) . I am on a higher ledge still pruning growing wings which can sustain me in a bit of flight but not as much as I would like(me, Mike Acker) . So unfortunately I have to patiently hang around this smelly area for a bit longer. Wait a minute. It sounds like there could be a poem there somewhere. I wonder what I would call it?Replies for this message:
(12/2/2013 4:58:00 PM)
The two fattest, baddest and yet wingless birds arrive in the exact order as predicted above and do precisely what was predicted above and leave again as indignantly as predicted above! Uncanny! Pathe ... more
(12/2/2013 8:55:00 AM)
Hehe. I like 'Mike'. He's so transparent. -LP
Piggerlet Face Ngumbo'
(12/2/2013 6:57:00 AM)
..Mr AKA, you git too worked up wailin and pullin out de hair -wot accordin to top medical opinion make you go blind, plus barmy- what say we jus go roun’ de palmer’s place an’ step on his over-educat ... more
Marti Mylin- Word Junkie
(12/2/2013 5:22:00 AM)
Has the wish-granting fairy shown up? If ... more
- Mike Acker (12/2/2013 4:58:00 PM) Post reply
(12/2/2013 12:25:00 AM)
I have never read that poem. Had I read it I obviously would not have written my poem.
Aside from Christ being the subject matter, I see no similarities between the two poems.
Sherrie, you have to get over the fact that the poem written by Ben Cassel was a disastrous
poem especially considering how you were constantly talking about this capable poet who was your husband.
Get over it. A naked, chocolate dipped Nazi with Hund inserted along with a very basic grammatical error like mein
versus meine is not poetry by any stretch of the imagination. What you should do is apologize for all the times you
presented this husband of yours as an amazing poet and expert in English literature. He is terrible and the German
touches make the best of English poems disgusting. Especially when one considers what Germans are capable of.
Not that there is anything wrong with it, but you were always implying that he was a university professor of some kind.
According to the hounds here he is a high school teacher for God's sake.
Just apologize and get over it.
Sherrie Kolb Cassel
(12/1/2013 11:42:00 PM)
The Angry Nun
by Neil Bookman:
B*tch! Wh0re of Jesus! Dressed in black,
you do not bleed, like a woman should
bleed between the legs! But with your ruler,
your crucifix of hatred, you strike
my tender flesh! I bleed for you!