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  • Poetry Hound (6/6/2005 2:21:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    I've noticed that there are some poetry sites that require you to provide comments on other people's poems if you want to post your own. I'm not sure such a requirement is warranted here (since a lot of the comments would be perfunctory) but it sure would cut down on these mass postings of poems.

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    • Sue Casey (6/6/2005 3:52:00 PM) Post reply

      I am not sure that it would. The one you finally made comment on seems to be posting a lifetimes work on the board. I had this fear that first it was painstakingly translated into a new language...on ... more

  • Aidan Ross (6/5/2005 7:38:00 AM) Post reply

    Chris, I would like to submit my poem 'Why' to your competition, also I think you would probably like 'Global Psychosis' and maybe 'Birth of Despair'

  • Aidan Ross (6/5/2005 6:39:00 AM) Post reply

    It looks like 'Beauty Imposes' is about the wonders we percive of Beauty and also its true irrevalance.

    BTW I am not a proffesionall poet I am just a teenager who wrote a few poems, during one particularly unusual February

  • Aidan Ross (6/5/2005 6:35:00 AM) Post reply

    Sorry to bother you all but I would just like to say that I am thankful for the responses to my poems on this site and that I am still awaiting comments on 'Guilt' and 'I am what I am, What am I'

  • Venessa Callia (6/5/2005 6:13:00 AM) Post reply

    I need to know if anyone has read the poem called 'Beauty imposes' by John Shaw Neilson and if you can give me your interpretation of the poem.

  • Venessa Callia (6/5/2005 6:01:00 AM) Post reply

    who knows John Shaw Neilson? He is an Australian poet.

  • Allan James Saywell (6/4/2005 10:32:00 PM) Post reply

    sorry mister snow just my black sense of humour, maybe a rush of blood
    as you say i have no quarrel with you, i am humble in my sorrow

  • Poetry Hound (6/4/2005 1:44:00 PM) Post reply

    Wow, thanks Andrew. I think I maybe kinda sorta get it.

  • Lamont Palmer Rookie - 1st Stage (6/4/2005 12:45:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    I, in the spirit of helpfulness, rewrote a poem for JC in order to illustrate what I felt was a lack of music in his version. The first is JC's version, the second is my own. I didnt add anything or put my own spin on his idea, I merely did a little cutting and rearranging. Its also a nice reflection of varying styles of writing...sort of a microcosm of the Modernist/Post-Modernist debate.


    Lightning


    Four a.m., the hour when
    depressives can't go back
    to sleep. I'm stroking the cat
    who's buzzing beside me
    in the dark, static electricity
    crackling under my hand.

    I imagine myself in a meadow,
    lying there like one of those
    minor 18th-century Bedlamites
    who listens to them call
    his name as he watches the
    heat lightning beyond the hills.

    ****

    Lightning



    Four AM, when depressives cannot sleep,
    I stroke my cat who buzzes near me
    in the darkness; static electricity attacks my hand.

    I am lying in a meadow of rolling green, or so my mind tells me,
    like one of those minor 18th century Bedlamites;
    listening, listening, to those who call his name,
    watching heated lightning beyond the hills.

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    • Sue Casey (6/5/2005 8:21:00 PM) Post reply

      JC, I wouldn't have normally brought the subject up! Except what you both describe is obviously a manic phase. Hmmm let me see if I can help enlighten you a little.... This would be my slightl ... more

    • Michael Shepherd (6/5/2005 5:16:00 PM) Post reply

      Sorry, Lamont, but I find your 'version'to be like a prose 'explanation'of JC's poem, which does not present the images to the eye as well as the mind, and contains at least three grammatical errors, ... more


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  • Raynette Eitel Rookie - 1st Stage (6/4/2005 10:05:00 AM) Post reply

    Oh, in reviewin this message, I noticed that I had left out the names of our current and last poet laureate, Ted Kooser and Billy Collins. They are worth reading, in my estimation.

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