tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672594.post115928430773817691..comments2023-12-03T08:06:20.698-07:00Comments on RHE poems: Dumb runs wildRichard Epsteinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00318302030070884970noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672594.post-75460690901077365082006-10-15T08:58:00.000-06:002006-10-15T08:58:00.000-06:00Kari, I trust you've noticed that you brought this...Kari, I trust you've noticed that you brought this thread to a dead stop. Underwear will do that.Richard Epsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00318302030070884970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672594.post-1160582025673510102006-10-11T09:53:00.000-06:002006-10-11T09:53:00.000-06:00Poetry groups are like underwear. Ya gotta find t...Poetry groups are like underwear. Ya gotta find the right fit. Some folks like tightie whities. Those who like the feel of a string up their ass choose thongs. For others, nothing but Spongebob Squarepants boxers will do. Then there is the Commando Club...Agneshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01647973221532833038noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672594.post-1159834541952982892006-10-02T18:15:00.000-06:002006-10-02T18:15:00.000-06:00Chippy,Try playing hard to get. Refuse to write p...Chippy,<BR/><BR/>Try playing hard to get. Refuse to write poems. Write a manual explaining shuffleboard strategy. Prove by Venn diagrams that the Cubs actually won the pennant this year. Practice starting a fire by rubbing 2 Brownies together. Perhaps the Muse will be sucked in by your apparent indifference and will come to you when you least expect it. Perhaps not.Richard Epsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00318302030070884970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672594.post-1159733156204638762006-10-01T14:05:00.000-06:002006-10-01T14:05:00.000-06:00It's often said that poetry boards are like pubs. ...It's often said that poetry boards are like pubs. The comparison doesn't go far before disappearing up its own black hole, but it's always sad to see the pub close down.<BR/>After relentlessly pursuing a relationship with poetry, I feel now that the muse regards me, disdainfully, as some sort of stalker. If I should bitterly return a little of that disdain (the grapes really are sour), then might I not say that I am only human, after all?<BR/><BR/>It wouldn't work, I know.Birdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11359870130051840333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672594.post-1159562240086957172006-09-29T14:37:00.000-06:002006-09-29T14:37:00.000-06:00RHEI have no idea why people go to the bank. But ...RHE<BR/><BR/>I have no idea why people go to the bank. But I know the same people go to Spar in Barcelona for their clingfilmed goat’s cheese and pre-packed chickens<BR/><BR/>Regards,<BR/>CoralCoralPoetryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11562277129959477435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672594.post-1159535286872855652006-09-29T07:08:00.000-06:002006-09-29T07:08:00.000-06:00What were they doing at The Midlands Bank? They'd...What were they doing at The Midlands Bank? They'd have been more comfortable down at The Spar.Richard Epsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00318302030070884970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672594.post-1159534866182866662006-09-29T07:01:00.000-06:002006-09-29T07:01:00.000-06:00Richard,Do you know the Listening Bank? It is a b...Richard,<BR/><BR/>Do you know the Listening Bank? It is a bank that likes to foist upon its victims all the plastic they never needed. Somebody stuck a giant papier mache ear to its façade. And you can imagine what happened to the tadpoles at the sperm bank.<BR/><BR/>Here is a picture of the current posters at poetry forums.<BR/><BR/>http://users.belgacom.net/papier-mache/pm/lezard2.htm<BR/><BR/>Regards,<BR/>CoralCoralPoetryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11562277129959477435noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672594.post-1159493521244492572006-09-28T19:32:00.000-06:002006-09-28T19:32:00.000-06:00Perhaps we can chalk it up to something vague and ...Perhaps we can chalk it up to something vague and grandiose, like The Human Condition. I was going to say it had something to do with wanting to be a Poet, because then you got to feel that you were free from, and superior to, civilized constraints (the "It's all Byron's & Shelley's fault" argument), but that wouldn't account for your students.<BR/><BR/>Maybe it's as simple as,<BR/><BR/>I and the public know <BR/>What all schoolchildren learn, <BR/>Those to whom evil is done <BR/>Do evil in return.<BR/><BR/>And certainly talking smack on poetry boards begets smack. On the other hand, those who decline to layeth the smacketh down just get stepped on and overlooked. So maybe it really is The Human Condition, and what we can do is to cultivate our own gardens and quietly display the fruits by the side of the road.<BR/><BR/>Of course I'm not very good at that.Richard Epsteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00318302030070884970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15672594.post-1159303686541573062006-09-26T14:48:00.000-06:002006-09-26T14:48:00.000-06:00I begin to think boards have a lifespan. Somethin...I begin to think boards have a lifespan. Something more akin to a betta than a tortoise. But it's so disheartening when one crashes, or flares, or just molders away.Julie Carterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06878713173193835861noreply@blogger.com