Poetics and Poetry Discussion
(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
Sherrie Kolb Cassel
(11/21/2013 10:54:00 AM)
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Always loved this one by Kim....it is rather apropos at PH this morning. It's a bit lengthy so I will post as a reply. Hopefully, you all can get back to the business of poetry.
Sherrie Kolb Cassel
(11/21/2013 10:51:00 AM)
By A. F. Moritz b.1947
Stiff, thick: the white hair of the broad-faced father,
who leads his shambling son along
cracked sidewalks, by dusty glass half hiding
goods never sold. The son is the taller one
but still a child: not aware of his clothes,
of what expressions seize on his soft face.
His gait lolls, loosely directed from some weak,
distant center, scarcely devoted to any purpose
but following along and looking. Thick lenses glint
with watery blue: his small eyes, veiled
and placid, as far off as the milky August sky.
The father, all the time glancing at him and talking
as man to man, seems to forget it would be better
for this one to have been like all the rest.
He has his son still with him, the others
have grown up and gone away—but when he dies,
then what will happen to the boy?Even this thought
is absorbed now in their ordinary errand,
men’s business: grateful going out through the day,
talk with the owners, the salesmen, a mechanic
in the scent of grease and sawdust of machined metal,
the sifting through tools and parts that flow, spill, gleam
like seeds, like sand—looking for what fits,
finding what will work. Afterwards to stop for food,
then walk back home down the clear streets, when starlings,
hunting and restless before sleep, and children
are the loudest things, with the dark foaming
among maples, glinting, as it comes in.
(11/21/2013 10:45:00 AM)
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I was a year and a half old when
Two, loud cracks punctured western confidence
Through air; my future head snapped back in grief.
There is no darkness to match the one in view.
Smoke is seen through the lens of habitual
Types of feelings not easily reconciled with
Processions of some one’s fear. There, in
Times of withered summer and early falls,
Fragrances repeat themselves; scents of grass,
And romance nurtured on the peak of a hill.
Each one of us is, at times, slow to move,
Slow to get justice for those who surround us.
Up there. A figure swathed in nothingness.
Can text be recalled and deconstructed
Later?A Moscow man’s shoe may be involved.
Again, I approached his one with an open mind. Let's see where do I start?Overall, the initial sense as one steps through this is like walking through molasses. There is no energy of any kind. Be it emotional or other. Yes you try desperately produce that with saying rather than showing. The best example is There is no darkness to match the one in view" . Basic poetry 101 or even poetry 1. You show it and not say. There you go again with these ridiculous lines. Ridiculous when one considers the number of years you have been writing. " A Moscow man's shoe may be involved?" . Spare us the mystery and sophistication, too much to handle, so deep and mysterious. By the way most evidence points to a New Yorker mans' italian shoes. I don't know if you watch PBS or not but I recommend a Frontline episode about Kenned assassination. You brought this up as great poetry. I ain't seen nothin'. Another poem with no " clothing" . Little BOY, when one day you can write a bit better please send your writings my way.Replies for this message:
(11/21/2013 11:11:00 AM)
You are trying too hard to write like Stevens and Merrill. You don't have their background, their education etc. etc. I would like to see a Lamont Palmer poem. That would be a nice change. The sha ... more
(11/21/2013 10:59:00 AM)
When this PUBLISHED I'll let you know, ASSWIPE. What you are looking for is a detailed essay. I write POETRY. And its STILL light years better than what I've seen from. you. -LP
- Mike Acker (11/21/2013 11:11:00 AM) Post reply
(11/21/2013 10:30:00 AM)
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This is (probably) my final word. Hehehe. Slacker, you can spew your bullshit OPINION, as you continue to do, all you please. But thats what it is - a bullshit opinion and it means absolutely nothing at all. And JC, I did not bring your name up. Slacker brought up you and Snow, trying to 'recruit' help for his sorry attempts at an 'attack'. (YAWN) . Your bullshit opinion of my work, Slacker, is a minority opinion at BEST. Whatever you may think of JC's work, he has had similar attacks, so yes, anyone's poems can be dismantled. I've seen JC tear apart a MERRILL poem once, and dismiss it as 'overwritten', or 'too ornate' or simply not very good. When one can tear Merrill apart, (one of the greatest poets of the 20th century and maybe THE greatest in the late 20th) then tearing Lamont Palmer apart is fairly easy. But it makes me nor Merrill 'bad' poets because of it. So AGAIN, you've done NOTHING in these couple days of bickering with me. As far as a 'critique' of my work, PUBLICATION IS a de facto CRITIQUE. Does being published a lot mean you are a literary genius?No. But it does mean that you are writing capable, conpetent poems that an EDITOR is willing to put on his pages for public consumption. Funny thing is, I post a email of someome wanting to put my poem on the authors page of their book, and you dismiss that as nothing, as if that man's opinion (an important person in the media) still isn't as credible as yours. Thats just like Republicans looking at the president's birth certificate and still calling it 'fake'. Nothing I could show you would convince you. You'd still insist your opinion is the definitive one, which of course proves you are absolutely BAT-SH*T crazy. Thats all you've shown us here. You certainly haven't tempered me at all. Not only will I be still giving my considered and worthy opinions here, I'll be all over your bullshit 'poems' like 'white on rice' Slacker. All you did was create a HARSHER critic, in relation to your own DOGGEREL. And for the record, JC, despite our battles, has given me a number of positive comments. Not sure why that would make a difference either way. Again: BAT SH*T crazy, you are. Pitiful. -LP
(11/21/2013 10:25:00 AM)
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Sherrie, I am actually immensely relieved that you removed me from the blogger site. I reached the point at which i could no longer be honest so as not hurt anyone's feelings. Every time I would sign in I was faced with this horrid poem (I assume by your husband) with the German flavor thrown in and I could not get myself to tell you what I thought of it. I will tell you this, Sherrie, of the two of you(your husband and you) you are by far the better poet. One should never post personal poetry. Especially poorly written poetry and especially with a German flavor. I lived in Munich, finished High School(in German) and 2 years of University in what I can only describe as the most unpleasant culture that I have ever known. Germans are gray in every aspect of their life. Germans and German culture are the only peoples capable of executing a plan as atrocious and inhumane as the Holocaust. I lived amongst them, spoke their language (with no accent) and in spite of that I left as soon as the opportunity presented itself. I have 2 brothers and a sister living there and Germany(I pity them everyday, in spite of the fact that both brothers are physicians and doing very well) is the last country I would ever envision visiting. I do thank you for inviting me to the blogger to begin with, but I am relieved that now I get back to being honest. I have enjoyed reading most of your poetry and like the rest of us you miss at times.
Sherrie Kolb Cassel
(11/21/2013 8:12:00 AM)
“Make It New”
By Alice Fulton b.1952
I find it helpful to imagine writing in a blizzard
with every inscription
designed to prevent snow
crystals from drifting in.
Avoid the hive mind. Go fly a kite,
raise a stained glass window in the sky.
It’s the opposite of making love to drudgery,
what I do for a dying.
Remove the bitter sediment
trapped in the brewer. It will be new
whether you make it new
or not. It will be full of neo-
shadows. Full of then?—?both past and next,
iridescent with suspense. Remember
time is not the treasure revealer.
More a midge larva creeping
through a waterfall releasing
suction feet. The curiosity rover
lands on Mars! New is a hooligan.
It breaks the reckoning frame and rests
in pieces. Let me collect its dna
from the tears on your desk.
Source: Poetry (October 2013) .
(11/21/2013 7:35:00 AM)
" A single lie discovered is enough to create contagious doubt over every other truth expressed" ..
Ain't that the truth?
(11/20/2013 11:26:00 PM)
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Mike and Lamont, leave me out of your flame war. It's silly. You're wasting energy putting each other down; neither of you will " win, " and just think of all the words you're wasting too, words that could be put to better use in a poem. During the Great PH Wars, I spent hours trashing first Herbert Neirlich (sp?) though he and I became friends later on, and I spent even more time flaming Trade Martin, whom I called Terd. I now regret all that waste and nastiness. It's not good for your soul or your art.
(11/20/2013 11:16:00 PM)
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All babble that comes out of your mouth. Show ONE 1 critique from anyone credible. You can't produce one lousy critique. Little BOY I hope you've learned your lesson. Don't ever open your mouth again on this forum unless you produce one poem worthy of 30 THIRTY years of reading writing poetry. I l looked and couldn't find anything that justifies your grandiose notion of yourself. What I found are lines like " DRIVING MY TONGUE FROM CITY TO CITY" . Are you aware of how bad this is. Follow what I am asking for below and all this is over. I would never call anyone an imbecile, meaning someone who lacks the ability to comprehend a basic and simple fact, but you are getting very close to that description.
OK, you win just by posting one(1, just one!) lousy little critique by someone of any importance in the literary field. I will even shut up if you can have JC vouch for you as being a good poet who produces unique, inspiring and original material worthy of a good poet. We know you have no critique from anyone qualified so go with JC. If he will vouch for you(30 years of teaching, PHd in English literature from Arizona State University(excellent University) then we are done. And just have him cite one specific poem as the example of your good and inspiring poetry. What I am trying to say to you is that not only are you not that great but it seems the world agrees with me. Some guy you wrote a poem for does not qualify, little BOY. Where do you come off being so delusional. You are not going to intimidate anyone on PH any longer. Do you get that?Replies for this message:
(11/21/2013 9:45:00 AM)
Slacker is trying to pull you in JC because he can't do the 'job' himself. When you know your attacks are failing, you try to 'recruit' others. I never mentioned your name, because I don't need to. -L ... more
(11/20/2013 11:28:00 PM)
Mike, it was the University of Arizona in Tucson! AND don't try to pull me into this silly flame war with Lamont. You're both wasting energy better used for writing poetry. Please.
- Lamont Palmer (11/21/2013 9:45:00 AM) Post reply