poets' identities revealed?

[Critic2]

Time Out's Over.

How bizarre of you. This mania for apologies. There is nothing in my posts to Laurie that would require an apology. Nothing. You notice that I have not required any apology from her regarding certain incendiary comments about rampaging mobs. You certainly have become sensitive!

My judgement of you is formed by your words written here. (Many, many words under many, many names).

You're quite right though---those people who have met you and been in your company for what---how many hours all together total out of your lifetime would you say---a couple of weekends out of your life---well of course, it wouldn't have been the whole entire weekend---a few hours here and there---what would be the total number of hours --actual contact--in a convivial setting of course--hmmm? What would you say.? Let's be generous. Let us say 48-72 hours every two years. Starting when? The Year 2000? Oh, most definitely, these are the people who would form a most exacting measure of your character based on what they have seen and observed in "real life."

You should write a musical about it.

if you had deliberately set out to write the most unconvincing response possible I doubt you could have bettered this! sorry, Isobel, your time out may only have lasted minutes but mine remains. you now go in to my trash folder to play with with paints and other trolls.

I won't ever reply to you again as your attitude is just bad news for the forum- PLONK!

[Apgrga 0]

critic2, he introduce me to Vivaldi, I write poem in competition because of him, even though English is not my first language I do my best to make him proud and Joe Judge liked my poem, and the sun shines because of critic2 and the birds sing "tweet tweet tweety tweety tweet" and all is happy except where there is sadness.

critic2 I thank you from the bottom and the heart, as English people say!

[Young dr. Freud]

Non ancora.

This is getting to be very pathetic Critic2. Even I am beginning to tire of you.

Whatsa matta. Why youa nota comea upa witha anythinga abettera thana thisa?

A poor little Italian ego. Sad

[Young dr. Freud]

Never mind Isobel. You won't miss anything with the Critic2's plonking of you. This patient ran out of imagination a long time ago. He plonks those he cannot answer. It is his little way.

[Young dr. Freud]

The patient Critic2/poor little Italian has just sent me a
message. Let's see what it is.

Here it is in all it's glory.

f--k off, little w--ker.

Dear Me. Not very inventive is it? Or very original. His poems and his profanity are all of a piece. So sad.

YdF

I have, of course, for the modesty of our younger forum members bowdlerized the contents.

[Apgrga 0]

The patient Critic2/sad little Italian has just sent me a
message. Let's see what it is.

Here it is in all it's glory.

f--k off, little w--ker.

Dear Me. Not very inventive is it? Or very original. His poems and his profanity are all of a piece. So sad.

YdF

I have, of course, for the modesty of our younger forum members bowdlerized the contents.

I have sent you no pm at all and lying is a shameful thing. if you are Catholic I suggest you go to Mass tomorrow and confess that you have lied.

Whatever your religion I hope you post again and admit you make up this story as part of your campaign agaisnt critic2.

you are a bad man.

[Young dr. Freud]

Oh, I do not think your little stratagems will save you. You lost your little temper. Didn't you. Must have been something about your lack of imagination.

As for lying. I suppose we can get the Head of this Asylum to officate over the lying charge. Shall we? I'm game.


YdF

[Apgrga 0]

Oh, I do not think your little stratagems will save you. You lost your little temper. Didn't you. Must have been something about your lack of imagination.

As for lying. I suppose we can get the Head of this Asylum to officate over the lying charge. Shall we? I'm lame.


YdF

yes, I agree. you totally lame. you are same man as paints, yes? why you come here? which poem you write in competition, please give me the number so I read it and make comments to help you writing.

[Paula]

Boys, boys play nicely or take it outside the playground.

Your arguments are eclipsing the forum.

[Critic2]

Hi Paula, I am hardly surprised that ydf and paints turn out to be the same person!

I won't be prejudiced, I shall ignore both his identities equally and look forward to writing more poems here and giving crits. as well.

[paints]

Oh my dear boy,
How many times can you spread these lies and expect people to believe you? Sooner or later they will wise up to the fact that you are simply trying very hard to keep control over this forum.

When you have no where to go you start PLONKING or accusing people of having multiple personalities. No one here plays that game but you. Tell us truthfully, how many names do you go under here? 15? 20?

You spread lies without consious. I suppose it comes naturally to a lawyer. Really, you should take stock. So much paranoia is not a good thing.

Now, about those lessons...

[graduate]

Isobel wrote:

Why do the members on this forum tolerate Critic2's rudeness (and even claim not to see it!) to the poets.

I don't...I think Critic2 is a pompous bullying arse, who turns nasty if you don't kiss up to him or just revere him from afar.

[tom.d.stiller]

life is what happens while you're to occupied quarrying to notice...

this is the poetry section.

think about it, all of you, whatever your screen names might be...

[Teratogen]

man, this is some fucked up shit. i go away for a weekend, with this thread only being 2 pages long, and now it's fucking 7. and i went through and read every goddamn post. first of all, i must say, IT'S NOT THAT IMPORTANT to do this, this, whatever you wanna call it: war, battle, fight, bitchin' 'n' moanin'... i can't seem to tell if i started this mess, if c2 started it, or if everyone posting here was just itchin' to burst out against someone or something.

FIRST OF ALL: c2 does NOT like me, that is a fact. and i don't give a shit. it really does not bother me. also a fact: i KNOW that some of you know him personally, and he may be quite sincere and honest and this and that, and i don't give a shit about that either. ON THIS BOARD, he acts like a punk-ass bitch. which brings me to my second point...

SECOND OF ALL: i still believe that c2 and paints are one in the same. call me crazy, call me whatever... they both deny it, obviously, but that's his game. he plays "bad guy" as c2, and plays "good guy" as paints, or however you want to see it. so, with that being said, just about ANYTHING he posts as c2 is because he's being an asshole. however, ANYTHING he posts as paints seems to be 99% directed towards c2. fishy? perhaps... but i've been paying attention to everything each of them now posts, and the dates and times of posts, sarcasm and tone, use of language, all make me believe this is true. in fact i'm starting to believe that c2 goes by not only paints, but young dr. freud, apgrga 0, and even graduate! this wouldn't surprise me in the least!

THIRD OF ALL: poem #2, "soft 17," i wrote in one sitting, and it did not take me that long. i'm not a person who cares all that much for revising and editing and all that crap. if i have a particular thought in my head, i just fucking go at it. i don't tend to worry too much about some of the shit c2 said. i'm not fucking robert frost, charles bukowski, walt whitman, t.s. eliot, william butler yeats, john donne, or edgar allan fucking poe. i'm fucking teratogen. if i wanted to write like those fine gentleman, i might consider working harder at it. also, i DID have two other poems up here that c2 took a shit all over, if you want to use those for your arguments as well.

so is this all okay with you? does any of this sit well with you? after warring for 5 pages, seeing my name and poem mentioned almost everywhere, i felt like i had to step in. i was just going to forget about this thread, but you all seem to dig the bullshit. catch y'all later......

[bee]

We have talent. People call us
The leading poets of our day.
Too bad, our homes are humble,
Our recognition trivial.
Hungry, ill clothed, servants treat
Us with contempt.
In the prime
Of life, our faces are wrinkled.
Who cares about either of us,
Or our troubles? We are our own
Audience. We appreciate
Each other's literary
Merits. Our poems will be handed
Down along with great dead poets.
We can console each other.
At least we shall have descendants.
TU FU