Yes, but in Murica -

Post #218,210 by Ashton 8/8/05 5:51:07 PM Reply	Yes, but in Murica - - -
Post #218,228 by boxley 8/8/05 6:25:24 PM Reply	dunno about albaqurque but in Southron Georgia [link\|http://atlanta.about.com/cs/artsentertainment/a/atlpoetry.htm\|http://atlanta.about...t/a/atlpoetry.htm] appears to be alive and well thanx, bill Just call me Mr. Lynch \\ Any opinions expressed by me are mine alone, posted from my home computer, on my own time as a free american and do not reflect the opinions of any person or company that I have had professional relations with in the past 49 years. meep questions, help? [link\|mailto:pappas@catholic.org\|email pappas at catholic.org]
Post #218,243 by Ashton 8/8/05 7:00:15 PM Reply	dog/dead pooch/screwed 'Poetry' is a non-thing in Murica, save within those fringes, of many dimensions. Few can remember having heard, read 'a poem'; miniscule have ever imagined..trying to Make One! Yes, we (still) have a "Poet Laureate". Wanna guess how many of the new-Trotskyites know who he is, or have read .. a poem, since it was part of a course? (certainly Not part of any MBA course) And a Surgeon General - is there still one of those? I seem to recall the last one being a bit too uppity for the smooth running of the Play. Poetry went out (along with debate classes in HS) when culture became spelled kultur - remember? Wanna do Bach, too?
Post #218,249 by boxley 8/8/05 7:32:02 PM Reply	dunno, these looks good A chicago poet the world is a vampire, sent to drain secret destroyers, hold you up to the flames and what do i get, for my pain betrayed desires, and a piece of the game ****************** a California boy Say your prayers little one Don\ufffdt forget, my son To include everyone Tuck you in, warm within Keep you free from sin Till the sandman he comes Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight Exit light Enter night Take my hand Off to never never land Something\ufffds wrong, shut the light Heavy thoughts tonight And they aren\ufffdt of snow white Dreams of war, dreams of liars Dreams of dragon\ufffds fire And of things that will bite Now I lay me down to sleep Pray the lord my soul to keep If I die before I wake Pray the lord my soul to take Hush little baby, don\ufffdt say a word And never mind that noise you heard It\ufffds just the beast under your bed, In your closet, in your head Exit light Enter night Grain of sand Exit light Enter night Take my hand We\ufffdre off to never never land ******************************* New York (figures) I am the god of fuck, virgins sold in quantity, herded by heredity red-neck-burn-out-mid-west-mind, "who said date rape isn't kind?" porno-nation, evaluation what's this, "time for segregation" libido, libido fascination, too much oral defication white trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy vcr's and vasoline, tv-fucked by plastic queens cash in hand and dick on screen, who said god was ever clean? bible-belt 'round anglo-waste, putting sinners in their place yeah, right, great if you're so good explain the shit stains on your face white trash get down on your knees, time for cake and sodomy ************************* Poetry isnt dead thanx, bill Just call me Mr. Lynch \\ Any opinions expressed by me are mine alone, posted from my home computer, on my own time as a free american and do not reflect the opinions of any person or company that I have had professional relations with in the past 49 years. meep questions, help? [link\|mailto:pappas@catholic.org\|email pappas at catholic.org]
Post #218,252 by bionerd 8/8/05 7:55:19 PM Reply	Man, I love Metallica!
Post #218,266 by boxley 8/8/05 8:30:04 PM Reply	sshhh Just call me Mr. Lynch \\ Any opinions expressed by me are mine alone, posted from my home computer, on my own time as a free american and do not reflect the opinions of any person or company that I have had professional relations with in the past 49 years. meep questions, help? [link\|mailto:pappas@catholic.org\|email pappas at catholic.org]
Post #218,254 by imqwerky 8/8/05 7:56:13 PM Reply	Alas I have fond memories of my maternal grandmother reading James Whitcomb Riley and Wordsworth, among others to me as a child. Upon graduation from high school, she presented to me a lovely, leather-bound book of 100 best-loved poems. Her inscription reads: "To Thyself be true,so honestly, steadfastly true, That neither friend nor foe can say He has been deceived in you." (which is a paraphrased version of Shakespeare's "Polonius' Advice to Laertes" from "Hamlet") She was a wonderful woman. Peace, Amy Illegitimi non corborundum.
Post #218,255 by imqwerky 8/8/05 7:59:04 PM Reply	Poetry ain't dead, it's called Rap now! :-D Illegitimi non corborundum.
Post #218,257 by ben_tilly 8/8/05 8:10:32 PM Reply	It might as well have died (I hate rap) I have come to believe that idealism without discipline is a quick road to disaster, while discipline without idealism is pointless. -- Aaron Ward (my brother)
Post #225,571 by Arkadiy 9/20/05 7:45:13 AM Reply	Heard him read on NPR Beautiful orations. High rethoric. Even artful prose. But to call it poetry? Bull. ------ 179. I will not outsource core functions. -- [link\|http://omega.med.yale.edu/~pcy5/misc/overlord2.htm\|.]

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