Man, I'm good haha. What you wrote reminded me of spoken-word poetry sessions. I go to poetry evenings and listen/read so I've heard a lot, which is probably how I figured it out. I've never been to an actual slam though... I've been meaning to. But... my stuff's too pussy to rant and rave on, although I want to hahaha.
And I might read out that one you commented on in a couple of weeks. I have a lot of sides to what I write, and I like putting people on the back foot. It's fun lol.
It was about me and society's dictates and how I should stop writing when I can't... that inherent struggle with getting a wife and kids and conforming. But... you knew that already I'm guessing.
Anyway, thanks... and good luck with reading it out...
Your comment was both appreciated and needed. I find that alot of people like to comment about the writings that I found to be like...blah! But thank you again, and I will return the favor of commenting upon your work as well. I hope that we can develop the relationship and respect of fellow writers!
Uh, I want to also say that I have a contest going recently called "Carnival of Souls" here are the contest details (link> http://www.eliteskills.com/poetry_writing_contest/contestdetails.php?i=131)
Thank you kindly for commenting on "Him". I'm glad you thought the rant was effective and that you enjoyed my imagery and tone-- two things I pay close attention to when writing.
The unicorns were just more symbols of lost innocense. I was also using them to reinforce the negative aspects of Him-- the ruthlessness of killing unicorns and other harmless white fluffy animals (hell I could have used bunnies or doves or what-have-you). I understand it might have been stonger by stopping at "dying harbor" but I still think I like the extra few lines. :)
Hey Elliot, thanks for reading and commenting on my latest. That ouzo reference is quite funny, to me anyway: she had a shot of it before she started-- it was quite dramatic I think lol. And yes, it was a dialogue-- a dialogue between what she was saying, and how I translated that to a poem on the spot, in effect, having her as an inadvertent muse who inspired me. I love poetry which makes me feel this, and makes me respond in turn... now that's true creative cross-pollination in my opinion.
Thanks for reading and commenting on "Aging". The parallel opening lines were not actually meant as complaints. They are reactions to the sentimental pap that is supposed to comfort the aging -"Sure, you're getting older, like fine wine!" I'm not sure if it's said more by the aged than by the young, but I thought it humorous to take up the issue. It was meant to combine wry humor with a smidgen of reality. Thanks again, fred