Tzara
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In that case, I'll lock the door and fetch my own camera. And a switch.*gets cold* Where is he? My nipples are threatening to go on strike!
As a loyal Democrat, I of course support striking nipples.
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In that case, I'll lock the door and fetch my own camera. And a switch.*gets cold* Where is he? My nipples are threatening to go on strike!
In that case, I'll lock the door and fetch my own camera. And a switch.
As a loyal Democrat, I of course support striking nipples.![]()
You mean flipping this up doesn't turn anything on?Don't confuse my nipples with switches (being deliberately obtuse) it's easy to do right now.
I'm kind of a "theatre in the round" kind of guy. Let me just 360 a bit with the Nikon and I'll get back to you.*strikes a pose* Is this my best side?
You mean flipping this up doesn't turn anything on?![]()
Tzara said:I'm kind of a "theatre in the round" kind of guy. Let me just 360 a bit with the Nikon and I'll get back to you.
... grabbing our attention just when it might be waning.Did you even notice two weeks ago
I stopped sucking your cock?

), but I will say that from a poetry perspective, the first and second smell of drama, though the second does contain what I think is the best writing in the whole piece:I will briefly touch on Friday, because I'm a giver like that.
Do I really have to say anything about Anna's The Night Wears A Sombrero? I mean, really, do I even need to say ANYTHING when Anna submits? Good lord. Granted, I have read other of her poems which knocked me back better than this, but it's still a breath of air. The happy kind!
I love good beginnings, and this has a good beginning.
The night wears a sombrero
I wear considerably less
Is bound to stick to something in your noggin. Like oatmeal.
Boots also have nipples (and wings) in this poem. Which I think is revelatory.
Most of all it possesses a sense of place. Which can be very difficult to achieve, and I think she did it. She scored the goal. Suck it, Beckham. (Where is this stuff coming from, I mean, really?)
Johnny Depp is too busy having creative intercourse with Tim Burton and Mia Farrow has too many kids. I've been attempting to talk dearest Tim into doing it again. Friday just feels right as his to me, but it's not my decision.Thanks for taking on Friday! Do we need a permanent replacement? I thought Johnny Depp was supposed to do it. Or Mia Farrow. I can't remember
Thank you for your kind kind compliments. You do not need to say anything about my poems, but I am really really glad you do. I look forward to your reviews every week. You rock.
Um, which Beckham and what do you want him/her to suck?
Here is where it all comes from:
http://www.ostrichskinboots.com/images/ostrichskinboots.jpg
There were new poems today and yesterday. Go look if you don't believe me!
I will briefly touch on Friday, because I'm a giver like that.
Do I really have to say anything about Anna's The Night Wears A Sombrero? I mean, really, do I even need to say ANYTHING when Anna submits? Good lord. Granted, I have read other of her poems which knocked me back better than this, but it's still a breath of air. The happy kind!
I love good beginnings, and this has a good beginning.
The night wears a sombrero
I wear considerably less
Is bound to stick to something in your noggin. Like oatmeal.
Boots also have nipples (and wings) in this poem. Which I think is revelatory.
Most of all it possesses a sense of place. Which can be very difficult to achieve, and I think she did it. She scored the goal. Suck it, Beckham. (Where is this stuff coming from, I mean, really?)
We've also been given another of Cal's poems, entitled Wicked Eve And Other Poems. This submission is missing the distant kick of brilliant oddity that is usually embedded in Cal's work. I can say honestly I don't know what, if anything, is going on with people (who shall all remain nameless), but I will say that from a poetry perspective, the first and second smell of drama, though the second does contain what I think is the best writing in the whole piece:
When we die,
Someone, somewhere,
Will bury us alive,
Cover us with sod,
That flowers might grow,
And all might seem well
Above, if, below,
Ears and lips and eyes
Are lost to time and the worms
Of gnawing nothingness.
The second stanza sort of strikes me the same way as The Apostles' Creed (sorry), but the prayerful derivative doesn't really do it any favors, though that technique can be awesome sometimes.
Second Death is rather pirhana-ish, which is cool, but all in all, Cal is capable of much better.
And for Saturday's offerings...
I'm just gonna start right off with the one that made me happiest, and that was Annie's Reach High. The rhymes were excellent, it made me smile something fierce, and I simply HAD to read it aloud. I like poems where it becomes apparent more quickly than perfunctorily that you just ought to be reading them aloud. Wonderful work, lovey.
The piece that really knocked me on my ass, though, was Ramona's Hit Me, a "dark rewrite" (in Ramona's words) of Chris Brown's "With You". I know Ramona has a gift with this sort of thing and does it regularly, but this one was really stunning and I was incredibly impressed with the smartness of it. To take something so very in all of our faces right now (the charges brought against Brown for abusing Rihanna, his girlfriend) and turn it around like that. On the one hand someone could look at it and say, "Oh, that's just pop culture. Whatever." But when you really think about it, this is a young girl who's been abused by her boyfriend, and she has decided to go back to him. It's not so far away from stuff we've all seen in our own lives. That kind of weird hurt which induces people to keep digging their familiar trenches. So I was especially impressed that Ramona not only thought to create this, but did it so well.
I also think I Am Me... by Skye_Santos deserves a mention, if for no other reason than the sentiment is true. I think Skye has promise, but would benefit from thinking a little harder about not reaching for obvious examples. She is her own person; we can appreciate her, but it's difficult when the descriptors are vague. By that I mean we don't really get to know Skye in this poem. She lays claim to flaws and silly smiles and pain and tears, and that through all of that she is herself, but by the end we're still on the outside of who that is. I'm not saying every poem has to be expositional and read like an in-depth Barbara Walters interview, but I just want to make it clear that reaching for the words that come SO easily might not always be the best idea. Dig a little; make them yours, make them true.
My favorite lines were these:
I am me, with all my soul.
With all the emotions wrapped up within a silly piece of skin.
They really made the poem for me. These two lines tell me more about her than the whole rest of the poem combined. The image is great and I was struck by it. Even tonight, I was reflecting on how odd it is that so much feeling can be contained inside these small, unwieldy vessels we call bodies. Utterly amazing. I think she captured that admirably (and I hope she doesn't want to kick my ass for saying these things, should she happen along...).
Good job, everyone. Keep submitting.![]()
I could tell you worked hard on it and I wasn't kidding: I'm impressed!*smile*
Thanks for the comment on my Chris Brown piece. I almost gave up on putting the whole thing together twice. It was really tough coming up with the right things to say.
That's why I am so pleased that someone took notice of it. Makes my hard work well worth the effort.

I could tell you worked hard on it and I wasn't kidding: I'm impressed!
I'm so glad you stuck with it.![]()
MOTOR CITY
Once sex-reassignment surgery
Is performed on assembly lines,
The newness shall wear off
Of transsexuals, and everyone
Who wants one shall have one,
In any color, as long as it's black.
I'm last removed, for I'm a tease.
When crotchless, I've a touch of sleaze.
This garden is haunted

This afternoon, four illustrated poems showed up in the new poems in that quixotic way that illustrateds do. All four have significant appeal, so go read 'em all and leave a comment while you're at it.