Comments on: not stealing, borrowing,

By: Paul

Paul — Mon, 19 May 2008 08:58:37 +0000

cant even be bothered writing note to self anymore, connect this to the piece The Point, because of two reasons, one the GBS quote re quoting yourself which is perfect empty vessell in the middle of the vase you are supposed to fill with effecting positive change by not trying, trusting your instincts and voila practical taoism this time knucklehead, not falling in love, OKAY!

By: Paul

Paul — Fri, 09 May 2008 08:42:41 +0000

Well i am afraid i must disagree
with sourfaced mr morrissey
and i know for sure that you do
cos you used his words to
make your point, too,
(etc)

By: johnnypeepers

johnnypeepers — Fri, 09 May 2008 03:03:50 +0000

“If you must write prose and poems
The words you use should be your own
Don’t plagiarise or take “on loans”
There’s always someone, somewhere
With a big nose, who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who’ll trip you up and laugh
When you fall”

~ The Smiths “Cemetry Gates”

By: ozymandiaz

ozymandiaz — Tue, 06 May 2008 11:32:52 +0000

man, you people think allot.
I thought once

once

By: Paul

Paul — Tue, 06 May 2008 09:30:47 +0000

to me this is a tone poem, it’s primary concern is its tone, hopefully light and playful with just a touch of irony to add depth and dangle, if you get me, it has almost no narrative or descriptive function, but it appeas sufficiently interasting as a thought and in its presentation that people will read it and hopefully come out of it just a little bit better than they went into it, but i believe it also has structural qualities, in the sens that one could take this pretty vase and fill it with anything, but then i am madder than a march hare, its my comment box bolt hole anyway,

By: mariacristina

mariacristina — Mon, 05 May 2008 22:17:01 +0000

I’m new to your writing, still trying to let it sink in. I think with this poem that’s all i could do -let it sink in. I understand it as a conversation with different characters representing different aspects of the self. A distracted narrator comes back to the part he misses, which is the touch of a woman. I like having to assemble the different pieces.