Seems wise. There are a whole lot of soulful undergraduates out there who should have their fountain pens confiscated before they craft another verse about oppressed something or others.
Damn, Jeffersonian, I didn’t read it all but this:
Like an Owl exploding
In your life in your brain in your self
Like an Owl who know the devil
All night, all day if you listen, Like an Owl
Exploding in fire. We hear the questions rise
In terrible flame like the whistle of a crazy dog
Before we take this question SERiously, shall we consider the impact across all genres? What may be good in lyric poetry may be bad in epic, and in dramatic poetry. The reverse is likewise true.
Surely the market disincentives — mockery, parody, failing to get co-ed phone numbers at slams — preclude the need for authoritarian intervention.
Before we take this question SERiously, shall we consider its impact across all genres? What is “good” in lyric poetry may be “bad” in epic or dramatic. The reverse is equally true.
Surely the market disincentives — mockery, parody, not getting the number or URL of hot co-eds at slams — preclude the need for authoritarian intervention.
[returns glasses, admires eggy shape of head in mirror]
Seems wise. There are a whole lot of soulful undergraduates out there who should have their fountain pens confiscated before they craft another verse about oppressed something or others.
Yes, and mimes too. What with all this recent U.S.- French amity there’s no telling when they’ll try to stage a comeback.
The best countermeasure against mimes that I know of, is a speeding truck.
Yes, and this ass clown will be the first to get a ride in Ol’ Sparky.
I’m thinking carpet bombing.
Damn, Jeffersonian, I didn’t read it all but this:
Like an Owl exploding
In your life in your brain in your self
Like an Owl who know the devil
All night, all day if you listen, Like an Owl
Exploding in fire. We hear the questions rise
In terrible flame like the whistle of a crazy dog
…is some seriously bad shit.
whooooo?
Allen Ginsberg: Owl
Indeed
So she writes about exploding hooters. East meets West.
To answer this I’d like to quote the wisdom of Marcel Marceau:
…is some seriously bad shit.
Indeed
Word:
http://tinyurl.com/ynrsxa
To get back to topic. I’m in favor of this since it passes the international test.
I”m opposed to this as I’m sure it will repress someone.
And she worked at Heathrow. How charming.
HELP HELP I’M BEING REPRESSED!
John Effin’ Kerry was in favor of this contest before he was against it.
That was the most pathetic excuse for “poetry” I have ever seen. I am exponentially more dumb for having read it.
Before we take this question SERiously, shall we consider the impact across all genres? What may be good in lyric poetry may be bad in epic, and in dramatic poetry. The reverse is likewise true.
Surely the market disincentives — mockery, parody, failing to get co-ed phone numbers at slams — preclude the need for authoritarian intervention.
Bloody Peasants…
Andrew, I’d prefer to let the market take care of it, too, but I’ve noticed that there’s a remarkable recidivism rate here.
[removes glasses]
Before we take this question SERiously, shall we consider its impact across all genres? What is “good” in lyric poetry may be “bad” in epic or dramatic. The reverse is equally true.
Surely the market disincentives — mockery, parody, not getting the number or URL of hot co-eds at slams — preclude the need for authoritarian intervention.
[returns glasses, admires eggy shape of head in mirror]
Bloody Peasants.
See? the distinction between dramatic and lyric is thus plain before you.
As are double-posting pricks, but you knew that…