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by Manna
Wed Apr 29, 2009 3:41 am
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: What is a poem anyway
Replies: 21
Views: 3840

Re: What is a poem anyway

Sorry, Leonard, but 'careless sex' just doesn't work for me, not when you've given us 'anal sex' and connected the thought with the only tree that's left, and your directions for said tree. I know you've become a gentler man since then, but it seems to me that if you're changing anal sex to careless...
by Manna
Mon Apr 27, 2009 11:53 pm
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: What is a poem anyway
Replies: 21
Views: 3840

Re: What is a poem anyway

Natives, immigrants, two whole continents
All of us
Canadians are American
Mexicans too
And Brazilians
and Argentinians
Cubans
Some Europeans are American
Some Chinese
Some Aztec
Some Pakistani
God bless us, everyone
by Manna
Wed Apr 22, 2009 11:37 pm
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: The Infinite Haiku
Replies: 1415
Views: 147706

Re: The Infinite Haiku

stream without a bridge
water bugs climb muddy reeds
crane dangles steel beam
by Manna
Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:14 am
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: Start again, I heard them say
Replies: 16
Views: 2373

Re: Start again, I heard them say

An analogy generalizes a relationship. The simplest type is something like a queen is to a country as a mother is to her children. But I wonder if a double or extended metaphor can count as an analogy. Long version: The grey cloud is dressed in a fine tuxedo. He takes up his stick with gusto and con...
by Manna
Sat Apr 18, 2009 3:18 am
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: Start again, I heard them say
Replies: 16
Views: 2373

Similes and Metaphor.

This metaphor is a simile. This simile is like a metaphor. The primary rule of similes and metaphors is that similes are less direct of a comparison. With similes, we use words like "like" or similar or as: 1. Her eyes were like knotted wood. 2. Similar to a bucket of tar, her mood was dark, deep an...
by Manna
Fri Apr 17, 2009 7:48 am
Forum: Leonard Cohen's poetry and novels
Topic: Analysis of For E.J.P.
Replies: 9
Views: 9779

Re: Analysis of For E.J.P.

scorned the eternity of war but in the mp3, it sounded like he said fraternity. No of course, EJP is not Ezra, but this poem is undeniably nuzzling him. Oligo - I don't know how the word is derived. To me it means a very short single stranded hunk of DNA. It's a truncation from oligonucleotide. I'm...
by Manna
Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:02 pm
Forum: Leonard Cohen's poetry and novels
Topic: Analysis of For E.J.P.
Replies: 9
Views: 9779

Re: Analysis of For E.J.P.

You should probably read some Ezra Pound (who I'm pretty sure is not E.J.P.), namely Exile's Letter and In a Station of the Metro, if you haven't already.
by Manna
Tue Apr 14, 2009 1:54 pm
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: why I will not criticise the poetry of others
Replies: 39
Views: 5652

Re: why I will not criticise the poetry of others

If he answered the question, then the answer was unsatisfactory. It sounded to me like he was saying "learn to like," and in many cases you do. But gaining appreciation of something is not necessarily equal to liking it. "Still not like it" is indispensable to my questioning of his views. A case for...
by Manna
Tue Apr 14, 2009 3:17 am
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: why I will not criticise the poetry of others
Replies: 39
Views: 5652

Re: why I will not criticise the poetry of others

Manna, here in Connecticut you DO have to have certification and training to be a counselor. That doesn't ring true here at all. Rock on, Ct! But the point remains. That being that when both you and others attribute a label to you, it gains a broader ring of truth. Anyway, I don't think it was you ...
by Manna
Mon Apr 13, 2009 3:24 am
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: why I will not criticise the poetry of others
Replies: 39
Views: 5652

Re: why I will not criticise the poetry of others

What makes a person a ‘real’ writer? Does being published make you a real writer? Or does it take wide acclaim? Is it winning awards? Or is it simply having a wide following? I would really like to know. Then i would also like to know who appoints the messenger who informs the rest of us lesser bei...
by Manna
Sun Apr 12, 2009 6:16 am
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: Rescuing the Easter Moon
Replies: 10
Views: 1096

Re: Rescuing the Easter Moon

I've always wondered why the moon disappeared like that. Now you know, it's all shadow and mirrors. the darkness of Space is the feminine; the womb of God, (Mother Mary/Ghia etc.) so to speak. All that is light is masculine. I quite like that way of viewing things as it is simple and complementary....
by Manna
Thu Apr 09, 2009 1:16 pm
Forum: Leonard Cohen's poetry and novels
Topic: Book of Mercy #29-40
Replies: 187
Views: 68605

Re: Book of Mercy #29-

Everyone important to Pinocchio except Candlewick dies or grows ill when he is bad and is reborn or made well as he gets better. I remember crying when Candlewick died.
by Manna
Tue Apr 07, 2009 3:09 am
Forum: Leonard Cohen's poetry and novels
Topic: A Request for Mr. Cohen
Replies: 35
Views: 11648

Re: A Request for Mr. Cohen

Dear Leonard, To hear you speaking words that are meaningful to you would only enhance the enjoyment of hearing you speak at all. Sometimes when I hear your Cadillac voice, it feels a little naughty, like I'm spying on your engine. You could talk about the time you rolled down the window and caught ...
by Manna
Fri Apr 03, 2009 5:46 pm
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: Poem for Geoffrey
Replies: 135
Views: 16532

Re: Poem for Geoffrey

That particular sentence is one that Jack has shown me.
by Manna
Fri Apr 03, 2009 3:30 am
Forum: Writing, Music and Art by the Forum members
Topic: Fourteen
Replies: 13
Views: 2025

Fourteen

He was harder than frozen butter; how painfully he begged. She trembled in the sweating tent, wetter than melted butter. He poked his finger into the soft of her brand new bra-less booby. How quietly she finally sighed an ivory flower into an evanescent cloud. How cold were his thighs in the sleepin...

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