Sunday Morning
Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 4:54 pm
Sunday, Day of Peace and all that.
However,
1.Mat- when I commented on your "singing tapestry" , you responded "this is where you give yourself away a bit Leo, perhaps you don’t think imaginatively, poetically, you simply rationalize and use words cleverly. That is not poetry".
I think very imaginatively, just don't feel so imaginatively.
2. I will tell you what "is not poetry" and it's Cate's fault. Absolutely spoilt my day (but hopefully expiated by this rant)
3. Cate, in future please pop round and tell me when you intend to quote any "poem" by Jack. I want at least 48 hours notice. My software is now hard-wired to hide any post by Jack so my suffering was over until you go and quote his fruit poem about dis peach or whatever it was. If I wasn't mouthing off now, you would have set back my recovery by months if not years.
"Dispreached by the diamonds, under his knees" we have a challenger to "glib post-natal woes"
but then we have an outright winner in the junk "ooh, look I can find a rhyme" gibberish stakes
"Dispreached by her lover
Dispreached by a Queen who stayed under cover"
Her Royal Highness is under the cover eating a bloody peach. She should be on her throne, or as Jack would write
Eating dis peach, staying on her throne
Eating dis peach, a Queen on her own.
but wait, that almost makes sense and it is therefore unfair to attribute it to Jack
he would say
Dis Peach by the Queen
sitting on her throne
Dis Peach by the Queen
give the dog a bone
I used to think that the Infinite Haiku was the most evil thread here but I can't imagine a worse abuse of a claim to poetry than the Dis Peach , what the hell was he thinking? I even think I preferred him in his anal obsession mode when he and Geoffrey would keep saying "rude" words and then enjoy cyber-sniggers together.
Why can't Group Cuddles take place on the "Everything Else" group and leave this place to people who care about words and English.
4. It's obvious I don't like Jack, but straining to be as objective as possible, it is a truly truly truly truly truly dreadful piece of writing- all garbage, no flowers.
5. someone please post it, with Jack's permission of course, to any real poetry site so you can then admire my restraint in my comments.
phewww, hello everyone, (except you Cate!)
Have a wonderful Sunday but please can we raise the writing standards just a little bit. I just tried "Dispreached by the diamonds, under his knees" on my pets, Cato (the Flat-Coated Retriever) threw up, Dylan (the cocker spaniel) has left home, and Queen Latiffe (the hamster) has joined the Circus. I even tried it on a passing spider and he said it was creepy
Love and Kisses
Lion of LIons
However,
1.Mat- when I commented on your "singing tapestry" , you responded "this is where you give yourself away a bit Leo, perhaps you don’t think imaginatively, poetically, you simply rationalize and use words cleverly. That is not poetry".
I think very imaginatively, just don't feel so imaginatively.
2. I will tell you what "is not poetry" and it's Cate's fault. Absolutely spoilt my day (but hopefully expiated by this rant)
3. Cate, in future please pop round and tell me when you intend to quote any "poem" by Jack. I want at least 48 hours notice. My software is now hard-wired to hide any post by Jack so my suffering was over until you go and quote his fruit poem about dis peach or whatever it was. If I wasn't mouthing off now, you would have set back my recovery by months if not years.
"Dispreached by the diamonds, under his knees" we have a challenger to "glib post-natal woes"
but then we have an outright winner in the junk "ooh, look I can find a rhyme" gibberish stakes
"Dispreached by her lover
Dispreached by a Queen who stayed under cover"
Her Royal Highness is under the cover eating a bloody peach. She should be on her throne, or as Jack would write
Eating dis peach, staying on her throne
Eating dis peach, a Queen on her own.
but wait, that almost makes sense and it is therefore unfair to attribute it to Jack
he would say
Dis Peach by the Queen
sitting on her throne
Dis Peach by the Queen
give the dog a bone
I used to think that the Infinite Haiku was the most evil thread here but I can't imagine a worse abuse of a claim to poetry than the Dis Peach , what the hell was he thinking? I even think I preferred him in his anal obsession mode when he and Geoffrey would keep saying "rude" words and then enjoy cyber-sniggers together.
Why can't Group Cuddles take place on the "Everything Else" group and leave this place to people who care about words and English.
4. It's obvious I don't like Jack, but straining to be as objective as possible, it is a truly truly truly truly truly dreadful piece of writing- all garbage, no flowers.
5. someone please post it, with Jack's permission of course, to any real poetry site so you can then admire my restraint in my comments.
phewww, hello everyone, (except you Cate!)
Have a wonderful Sunday but please can we raise the writing standards just a little bit. I just tried "Dispreached by the diamonds, under his knees" on my pets, Cato (the Flat-Coated Retriever) threw up, Dylan (the cocker spaniel) has left home, and Queen Latiffe (the hamster) has joined the Circus. I even tried it on a passing spider and he said it was creepy
Love and Kisses
Lion of LIons
