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Blah-blah blah-blah-blah blah
Blah blah BLAH blah blah blah blah
*squat & shit*
At first, when I saw this title, I thought maybe you couldn't think of a good title and didn't want to go with the ol' standby "untitled," but now I see . . . it's actually quite accurate.
Good to see you around and at it! I'm full of blah, blah, blah feelings (sometimes they come out both ends.) This is such a gross metaphor.
But it's justified, me thinks. You'll get some Andy Warhol-esque debates, I hope (as in "this [censored] is poetry!" replacing "that giant-campbell's soup can is art!" and those who disagree (though all will question the meaning involved)). Oohs and aahs and ughs, etc. and some over-extended metaphors.
Though I'm not really sure Warhol was much more than soup cans and celebs, I'm pretty sure you are/your poetry is/ more than fecal matter. Or at least only sometimes fecal matter and sometimes something else (I'm not sure what the opposite of that would be, but something pretty smelling and nicely colored).
Really, I just wanted to say "hi".
|| Posted on 2010-10-27 00:00:00 | by Lady of Shalott | [ Reply to This ]|
| Seriously girl , this is a long way down from "For love of wheels" . Though I've got to admit it does have its hilarity , butt there's so little to work with . Sniff , Sniff . I've never been one of those people who do their best thinking on the pot . For me it's always prophylaxis protocol , and a self-conscious desire for cleanliness . Then again maybe your correct . Maybe "Piles in the aisles" by Squat and Leave It is a great book . I've never read it . I'm sure it could never compare to "Spots on the wall" by Who Flung Dung . Maybe I should take a lesson here and stop feeling so serious about my sh$t . I'll definitely take that into account the next poem I write . |
Thanks I needed that .
|| Posted on 2010-10-27 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ] || oh my this is quite decadent work darling. how you have formatted this eloquent work is quite astonishing. by the eighth blah i was thinking you had lost your vigor but quite smashingly you've pulled it off with a capital BLAH. excellent! riveting display. truly the best work i've seen here in ages. Oooo00ooo0oohhhh what is that i smell? aAAaaAAAhhh yes it is the stench of absolute brilliance! sniff sniff. or is it poo?|
(look i'm validating your ego and human emotions. NOW ME NOW ME!!!!!!!!!!)
|| Posted on 2010-10-27 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ] || No, ACTUALLY this is what poetry is to me... You blah-blah-blah feelings, then you squat (get online) and you s.h.it. (write).|
Others come in, sniff the pile, look at the arrangement of poo, and go "Oooooh" or "Aaaaaahhhh" over it. Or "Ick!"
This was my attempt at Honest Feelings about poetry in general. I'm sorry it went over your head, Mr. Fizzle.
The next question I suppose would be, Then why do you write poetry? And the obvious answer is, cuz everyone needs to take a sh.it once in awhile, don't they? But, really... does that mean it's right to try to sell it? (ie, Publishing, if you're still dense and not following me...)
|| Posted on 2010-10-27 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ] || wow you get an actual opinion on a poem and this is how you respond? hmmm interesting.||| Posted on 2010-10-27 00:00:00 | by Mister Fizzle | [ Reply to This ] |