|geckodrome : )
of same eyed-entity
feeled so[il]-rich end
star-thing all over
a-gain no loss no less
than the "blooming"
for joey aka geckodrome
aka mikebauer, trashpoodle, bmikebauer
13 Oct 08
Rated 10 (6.3) by 2 users.
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Mock not a champion of truth.
champion of poncing about the place you mean, surely.
always nice to see you playing about with words ;)
i'm doing quite the contrary here
and joey can vouch for that.
thanks so much for reading.
you never get enuff from your personal word-plays
with the guy yourself, hehe.
thanks for the visit as always.
geckos are cousins of salamanders but cuter
(sp)ear-its-OR-ally an ode about an eye
see me or not to see me
that's the quest(ions)
fractal-glasses on reading many reflections
Sorry, i read it this time. Thanks, you revelaed a new layer of understanding.
Deliciously well done, wow, I am in awe, sir m'am.
Made with all the bold confidence of a spin art painting.
You know, you've captured his essence. The bottles of
paint are ketchup squirt bottles of old, and aimed at the spinning
pasteboard, off one goes, and, while not exactly fractals, fractions
of DaVinci result, as in this poem of real hexellence!
F, please Do Me, sometime? I'd be so tickled, you know where.
TEN for this pome. Clever as a cleaver should be! !!! !!!! !!!!!
(flagged for fag attentions)
absolutely love lines 12 to 14 ..
pisses me off how people use writers here without thinking of what they're reading -- and not helping each other understand writing. you understand, maybe -- readers -- that he's painting a picture of your impressions and actions? that he's not using me to do more than introduce me as a subject and type and defend my energy here, and then he's commenting on who and what is involved in me, here, and how they go about it. the lay-belle blooming, is your labeling of me, mong and nets, and the sillyness of that in itself, but also fract's open amazement that people use language at all and that it seems to mean so much to anyone at all. he's flying on top of me and you, and what he see's should be reduced to your map of the subway certainty. i hope this doesn't cause you'all to give this '1's now because he's one of the only writers here who's actually made a pact with words and only uses words when they're happy being used by him.
your above comments are wrong in every single way Mike.
you being pissed off isn't of any consequence.
not a problem for me. i actually like the poem and poet. you don't think he's that conscious, that's your problem.
i never said he's either not or is very 'that conscious'
you have to stop projecting your false readings and unimaginative impressions on things that aren't there ... Mikey boy...
well, your 'saying' ought to have a check-up at the garage because what you're saying is that you don't agree with any of my interpretation of this author or this poem. you might want to get your differential checked because one spin you're taking is at odds with the spin you're spinning now.
take a good long hard look in the mirror Mike and repeat to yourself what you have just written there....
I have made no mention whether i agree or not with your so called 'interpretation' of this poem, again this is you projecting and retrieving a shadow of a thought from the aether... not the actual thing that is there....
your above comments are wrong in every single way Mike.
"your above comments are wrong in every single way Mike."
smoof! thanks unk, you beat me to it.
you two finally caught on eh...about time..
get it right about making comments on how others think and who they are before you put it type Mikey boy and you wont keep making so many mistakes ..will ya..
internet chic is hip
sorry, but you'd made a blanket statement. it's a logical thing where everything within a realm is addressed simply by the realm's name. the paragraph's name was 'mong's post', yes, but i'm using it to mean 'mong's thought' and applying the critique over every single instance of 'mong's opinion' in that realm.
i think it's only that you think i don't really function 'logically' or can respond to 'logic', and that's causing you to treat me like a bratty and reactive little kid.
ditto on 'geckodrome's opinion'
again - get a mirror Mike, look into and repeat your last statement .. just change the names to protect the guilty..
ah. you don't really like 'logic' after all. maybe you'd like to try the fish?
you don't play this game very well after all eh? ;)
Mike.. know when you are being led around by the nose.. and when you are not. it's a revelation .. I assure you.
this is the actual and real part of poetry critical for me, how we talk about how a poem gets written and why it's written at all. i'm asking you to stay inside the subject, here, because nothing has really been explained yet.
what is the meaning for you of the sonic interpretations f's presenting? some other people here can't stand that kind of thing and think that this automatically eliminates this as 'poetry'.
hmm for me the sonics are more than simple playing about with words - we do similar things here between friends at times - On I On is an old classic one...
it is the multiplicity of words and meaning, layers of the On I On, but with a core, or a Boolean set of patterns which F knows very well..
it is fractal literature .. she creates Mandelbrot ex[pans]ions with her chop style.. it's a between the words world, undiscovered peeled back word scape... endlessly repeating and never quite the same... opening onto new meanings within meanings..
it's so wonderfully onomatopoeia it always sounds like the clear sing song voice of a child speaking out of the page to me... it plays around the mouth, making you sound each syllable of each word in shapes of your mouth you may not have done before.. it is spoken diction with emphasis on correct pronunciation, and not at the same time..
her style follows a great tradition of subverting the language to reveal inner and midden meanings, even origins of words... and i love it ;)
midden = hidden
it's an alchemy.. an true arcane word play
Joyce does something similar .. not the same but quite similar
yes, i think this is better than joyce's solution, but he wanted something else out of his 'english' writing i think. something to break down the english language and show its origin in a collective european language experience i think. i feel that fract is working on several levels at once, yes, and the experience is what he wants to show -- he wants to take us into this cool language space which is so fuckking fun!! and just let us play too. for me -- yes -- that is the poetry space i'm in when i write a poem, and i'm sorry i can't do it here all the time but when i've done it people just slam me. possibly it's because i'm holding back, and doing a musicality thing, a be-bop thing from my day, but really it's that fractal is working us fine and inventing a language space for us, the way a programmer has to block out a memory space in advance.
Oh great. I feel out of the loop.
Has joey been cyberreincarnated as geckodrome?
thank you, everyone, for giving this
your precious time.
wish you all well.
"pisses me off how people use writers here without thinking of what they're reading -- and not helping each other understand writing. you understand, maybe -- readers -- that he's painting a picture of your impressions and actions? that he's not using me to do more than introduce me as a subject and type and defend my energy here, and then he's commenting on who and what is involved in me, here, and how they go about it. the lay-belle blooming, is your labeling of me, mong and nets, and the sillyness of that in itself, but also fract's open amazement that people use language at all and that it seems to mean so much to anyone at all. he's flying on top of me and you, and what he see's should be reduced to your map of the subway certainty. i hope this doesn't cause you'all to give this '1's now because he's one of the only writers here who's actually made a pact with words and only uses words when they're happy being used by him.
i don't ever have to kiss this man's arse but be
delighted in knowing that he's "one of the only
writers here" who make real connections with
writing takes a lot of my energy and i'm at a loss
every time i make an attempt or when i'm tempted.
i don't always know if i'm doing it right. it's as hard
to stay "conscious" as it's hard to know "mind" if
it all boils down to "an effort made first of all".
thanks for not giving us a nice day most of the time
and also for giving credit where it's due.
ok, time for a bump.
Nicely done, most enjoyable to read. Fair soars off the tongue.
thank you, sir,
bumpeetee day, everee-one.
I like lines 5-6. Just a little confused by where the poem takes me..
no human being leaves the womb
impervious to 'impurities' -- how
he manages to curb his own urge
to merge with the undesirable is
reflective of no less than his free
will and reason governing him...
the absence of which, therefore,
is unimaginable or a farce, for no
other human being is different or
incapable of good, in this respect.
even in disrespect, they -- the
'wrongdoers' -- are assured of their
safety from the fangs of the wolves.
but, of course, they are always free
to explore every nook and cranny
of the world to confirm, affirm and
validate well-established 'truths' for
to be born a certain way is certainly
not as simple as it seems, and the
birth of something great is always a
good reason to be grateful about.
BIRTHDAY HAPPY BURP,
mikebauer, joey, geckodrome,
or simply, my good friend.
wow you really are a creepy little ass-sucker, eh fractal.
belated burp, mike.
[june 25, 2011]
quantoom boompfhing this for mike.