Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(11/21/2013 5:13:00 PM)
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You have the forum you deserve....enjoy it. Few else will.....
(11/21/2013 5:11:00 PM)
Mike Slacker, I'd like to ask you an honest question. As smallminded as your 'critiques' are on my work, I find them to be quite interesting, even in their dismissive nature. So let me ask you...if my poems have such a lack of emotion, show no imagination, and ultimately have no value, (once you even said they had no music) then what are editors responding do when they publish my poems?Surely there must be something that appeals to them. Unless you're accusing me of lying about my publishing credits?Upon which there are many here who can verify the fact that my work has appeared in journals. So, why are editors publishing my poems, if your 'critique' of my work is true and definitive?Use that strangely critical mind of yours (rather keen for someone interested in poetry for only a year. Hmmmmm.) and answer me that.
(11/21/2013 4:52:00 PM)
hold the presses- agree with mickey- [driving his tongue from town or city to city! ?]-eeee gads-vat r u duving lamont?
(11/21/2013 4:21:00 PM)
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reading thru the ruins of war-must agree w/lamont [my heart skipped a beat! ?from crows?]Replies for this message:
(11/21/2013 5:26:00 PM)
He doesn't have to be an 'alter-ego' to know that your 'Mediocrities' was a, well, mediocrity and filled with cliches. I'm trying to make you understand that a poem with some tortured lines is not eve ... more
(11/21/2013 4:56:00 PM)
Most agree with me Nikos. But no one cares to get involved. I understand that. Slacker truly is Bat-SH*T, thats the only thing that explains it. -LP
(11/21/2013 4:26:00 PM)
Who the eff are you?Lamont's alter-ego? Cheap disguise.
- Lamont Palmer (11/21/2013 5:26:00 PM) Post reply
(11/21/2013 4:03:00 PM)
found this page 5-love love love it- lamont palmer/mike acker/sherrie/angie/susan rainer/scotty doggy/dog 8god[or whatever unique name]-all here-like moliere would write-very good poem -wingless birds; gotta love it
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Mike Acker (11/19/2013 3: 20: 00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies
It's a great thing in life to be able to respond to someone with a poem.
or Pathetic (either title works)
Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.
The recurring theme of the " plasti" poets.
Thousands sitting in ill-fitting poetry sites,
and vacuum-laden forums making
hydrogenated-fatty comments broadcast
through a dispassionate, torpid ether,
or stuffed into serpentine fiber-optic cables
emitting lard laden signals that slow down
and clog ever-bored photons grudgingly carrying
this vacuous data to burned out screens just
to display sent, read, unread, dead messages.
Nothing really works, but the virile springs
of keyboard letters, livelier than the words
they form so well, morphing into flat,
fat final locutions that reek of nothing, nothing, nothing.
Empty shells of language used as currency
to buy and sell the wasted moments of mediocrities.
Self-congratulatory writing, good/bad writes,
don't give up; the silent scream of
the failed poets who, like the wingless birds
flutter aimlessly on the ground unable
to fathom what has happened.
Jump, jump is all they can do now,
the closest thing to ascension,
but that is OK, no one really cares.
With the droppings from soaring giants
on their heads, some feel empowered
to keep going, the stink of guano
is their accolade from these gods,
high above. How could they see,
how can they know, in this mass of chaos,
confusion and conformity. Who gives a damn,
a letter here, a word there; one massive
self-obsessed mind talking to itself, incessantly.
Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic.
(11/21/2013 3:51:00 PM)
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my wife & i had our 1st child last few days-baby boy
(11/21/2013 11:55:00 AM)
Oh Sherrie, I hope you don't mind, and don't mean to insult your German husband, but it should be: " Fuer meine Sherrie." It won't improve the poem one bit, but will make it more grammatically correct in case it ever gets published in the Romantic German Poetry Collection(double oxymoron) . Unless he knows something about you that we haven't had the privilege to find out. German was a first, second language to me. Man does it feel good to be free to speak the truth. THAT WAS A BAD POEM.
(11/21/2013 11:44:00 AM)
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Nothing Palmer has written justifies the arrogance with which he attempts to intimidate regular forum visitors along with newcomers. And it has been established without doubt that after 30 years or so of reading and writing poetry, no credible critic has ever written a critique of one of Palmer's poems. This is, now after 3 days, an established fact. So, little BOY, pull your ears down, pull your tail between your legs and just walk away. You are just another wingless birds and can jump no higher than a foot or two. and that's OK.
(11/21/2013 11:22:00 AM)
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For Allan Prell
Barbed wire rousings and puckish grins:
Morning erupted and deepened guffaws.
Before noon could calm the nerves,
An audience of listeners is
Held like love. That speech, that tenor:
A liberal sun enters daily
Into the room of your life, in the car
Of your thoughts, waking all
Moribund impressions that
Lay like roadkill at the entrance of ears.
(I loved the way he screamed Baltimore;
Baltimore in the primal shriek of mics;
It was his heart by the misty harbor) .
I gave myself to the show,9 to 12,
To AM radio's weakening sprawl,
To a demi-god of shrillness who
Touched airwaves and subsisted on them,
Till night came crashing loudly,
Fifty thousand watts of doom,
Driving his tongue from city to city.
Ok, this one is easy. " DRIVING HIS TONGUE FROM CITY TO CITY" ! ! ?? There is a lot more to say here but I will ask: " Need I say more?" 30 years of reading and writing poetry!
(11/21/2013 11:11:00 AM)
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I'm happy you love your son, but you should've put this in a letter, not a 'poem' to be posted. Sappy, and really going for the 'awwwwwwwwwww' moment. If you think this is better than 'Knoll' you are, again, bat-sh*t crazy. This is the typical poem of a BAD poet. My poem may lack 'emotion', but no emotion can be a virtue...or have you ever heard of Modernism and the theories pf Eliot. But the maudlin SH*T of 'Summer of 06'?Save that for your mommy or your daddy to read, or the kid himself. Goodness, don't call it poetry. Thats your problem, Slacker. NO INVENTION IN YOUR WORK. Now who's the BOY?I've written more eloquent emails than that poem. This is WAY too easy. -LP
Summer of 2006, I believe it was.
August, I am pretty sure. A warm summer
Month I will certainly never forget.
Under the sun, on the beach we were having
Endless fun. But, you, being six, were afraid and didn't
Like to go into the ocean. So I carried you and
Threw you in gently, not wanting you to miss a
Heck of a good swim. At first you were mad, but then you wouldn't get
Out as you were enjoying yourself too much.
Luckily, you forgave me because I
Loved you then and love you now, my son.
Mike AckerReplies for this message:
(11/21/2013 8:50:00 PM)
Hi Tsira. Long time no see. Yes he loves his son. Now he has to show love for his craft. -LP
(11/21/2013 1:00:00 PM)
Hi, Lamont Why do you attacked such father, who loves son, let wrote. :)
(11/21/2013 11:17:00 AM)
This is the second poem I ever wrote in my entire life. I wrote this about a year and a half ago. Very proud of it. Needs some work, yes. But a heartfelt poem, nevertheless. I am very proud of my ... more
(11/21/2013 11:14:00 AM)
Thats not even good prose. A prose-poem ... more
- Lamont Palmer (11/21/2013 8:50:00 PM) Post reply