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    dots Submission Name: Phantom Graffitidots

    Author: rws
    ASL Info:    58/m/ohio
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 2779/1297/258
    Words: 102
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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       Once again at war with those pretentious 'Hollywood types' who co-opt foreign/independent film and strip the genius from the work. Even Tarantino needs a holy backhand now and then to keep him honest. I suppose the same could be said of poets who tend to break ground that's already been plowed. Sayest what thou wilt.

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    dotsPhantom Graffitidots

    And now, name recognition
    and a paycheck present...
    creature comforts
    that descend like fiends!

    My cinema foments
    a social gospel
    as if such wonders
    (dangling from a limb)
    unspooled like neutered
    nudists in a bath house
    who cannot comprehend
    the lights have dimmed

    Fragments of immortal
    whores litter the shoreline
    coral-clad ostia from
    foreign fields, lay sleek
    as celluloid spun into disks
    for dreamscapes, severing
    the sense from simple words

    Love and war
    and peace and pleasure;
    all the old familiar morbid
    themes, handled by a lesser
    brace of demon, peeling
    off the mask till
    that thing screams

    Submitted on 2006-04-20 00:44:04     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I liked it, yet I feel immature in my inability to completely grasp the meaning.

    I got the general idea, and my failure to see beyond that is not due to any fault on the writer's part.

    I know I am capable of understanding the meanings behind poetry that requires this much thought (for me at least).

    But I need some degree of guidance to get started.

    For what I did understand: the imagery illustrating the idea, I was pleased.

    The words are well chosen, so far as my simple mind can see, and I feel a bit dissapointed in myself for not being able to offer any deeper insight or aid. I know most poets crave that bit of criticism that makes them grow.

    I'm not much good at critique, there's a certain level of artistry I cannot comprehend as of yet.

    And that makes me a sad panda.


    Maybe I'm overestimating the piece, or underestimating my abilities, but perhaps not.

    I did gather this:

    You are sick of the way that "Hollywood" pollutes the work of genius amateur or independant movie producers/script writers, and you can't stand how they have to take everything, remove any hint of subtlety, and paint it all in bold red lines, just to make a buck or two.

    Sorry I'm not much help, but hopefully I inadvertantly said something that made a difference.

    ~Keegan R. Gilmore
    | Posted on 2006-09-14 00:00:00 | by Sheakhan | [ Reply to This ]
      "Even Tarantino"? Mate, I'd say especially! I can understand it from people without any ability or convictions beyond the generic, but...

    Well. The poem. I am totally absorbed by the ironic tone, and couldn't agree more with the themes in it. "The lights have dimmed" indeed -- or perhaps just brightened to the point where people are blinded.

    You've co-opted those clichés in the last stanza and turned them on their head, which is lovely.

    For some reason "fragments of immortal whores" isn't sitting too well with me. I love the "immortal whores" bit, but I would rather see them torn limb from limb than fragmented, somehow. Something fleshier, perhaps? But then you go on to the "coral-clad ostia", implying that the flesh is long gone... ah, I don't know, I think I just want more violence!

    At least here we have a film industry which makes practically no money, so it's kept honest enough! I'm not sure if that's a good thing, but it keeps the starving artist stereotype intact.

    And poets too.
    | Posted on 2006-04-21 00:00:00 | by Fantastic Freya | [ Reply to This ]
      What the hell is Phantom Graffiti?
    Don't answer that.

    This was a great piece
    I believe I have gathered most of what you intended to convey in this write yet there are places I think I have my own meaning to.
    In the end though it still boils down to a very good piece poetically and most certainly worthy of praise.

    Keep up the great work Bill

    Take care

    | Posted on 2006-06-17 00:00:00 | by Departed One | [ Reply to This ]
      hmmm, i love this, but i often do when i read your works. and then i go man, why couldnt i have written that? but that is what keeps me coming back, so i can read some of yours and post some of my crap. haha

    | Posted on 2006-04-21 00:00:00 | by rocknpoetrychik | [ Reply to This ]
      Jezuz Bill, the real you comes out.

    You are that thing that screams.

    I LOVE "foments" and I love the tought behind most of this. I ain't into raving, but this is the best thing I've read today, so it's allowed!

    Ostia had me puzzled, though?

    Great penmanship with a killer ending...what more do they want???

    Cheers from me

    be happy

    | Posted on 2006-04-20 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ]

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