tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34270521.post1515410591872817057..comments2023-05-03T07:20:24.588-04:00Comments on Influx Transposer: Type B Lovejsdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02806281216001406716noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34270521.post-88239105716999355692007-10-28T17:38:00.000-04:002007-10-28T17:38:00.000-04:00Lee, how very cool that my paltry little parody o...Lee, how very cool that my paltry little parody of Shakespeare reminded you of the ribcage piece. Since I was trying to stay in iambic pentameter--damnably difficult--mine is really flat, and short, but it was fun to do.<BR/><BR/>The Haak piece is exciting. And of course I enjoyed jsd and alt's pieces. They got this whole thing started and led to Murat's trailer park ditty. What a loopy group!Sanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18245301334922883500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34270521.post-23801336541070013452007-10-28T08:56:00.000-04:002007-10-28T08:56:00.000-04:00lee: thank you for sharing Lindsey Haak's "How to ...lee: thank you for sharing Lindsey Haak's "How to Resurrect a Cliche" :-)jsdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02806281216001406716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34270521.post-70819696361958520202007-10-26T20:23:00.000-04:002007-10-26T20:23:00.000-04:00I absolutely love San's poem. It reminds me of a p...I absolutely love San's poem. It reminds me of a poem I read in a collection by students from Palo Alto College 2002. It was a contest and the poem won second place. I think it is worth sharing so while it isn't exactly along the lines of love it does refer to some of the things San did. Warning, it is very graphic so I hope it doesn't squick anyone out. Here you go: <BR/><BR/>How to Resurrect a Cliche <BR/>by Lindsey Haak<BR/><BR/>Step 1: Pick a cliche<BR/>Example: She tore my heart out<BR/><BR/>Step 2: Read this poem.<BR/><BR/>Step 3: Elaborate<BR/><BR/>Example:<BR/>Hooking fingers in my ribs <BR/>A psycho surgeon <BR/>Throws open the curtains of my chest<BR/>Wrenches my sternum aside<BR/>And seizes my unsuspecting heart<BR/>Rhythmically it pulses against her fingers<BR/>Like the throat of a lovesick bullfrog<BR/><BR/>She yanks it from its moorings <BR/>The trap door of my chest springs shut<BR/>Behind her violent hand<BR/>Stretch then snap<BR/>Like broken bungee chords<BR/>Making wet thwacking noises<BR/>As they slap my chest<BR/>And then slip back<BR/>Through the oozing crevice<BR/>Like slurped spaghetti<BR/><BR/>My heart flops open<BR/>A leaky water bottle without a cap<BR/>Relentlessly she squeezes it flat<BR/>Then throws it to the ground<BR/>Grinds it beneath her heal<BR/>And leaves it lying there<BR/>A wet plastic baggie<BR/>Full of squashed strawberries<BR/>Totally abandoned<BR/>With tiny pools of sweet red juice<BR/>Resting in its rumpled crevices<BR/><BR/>Step 4: Voila!Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09527606943179561117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34270521.post-52853701785732189962007-10-26T14:06:00.000-04:002007-10-26T14:06:00.000-04:00san: thank you for sharing your poetry.san: thank you for sharing your poetry.jsdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02806281216001406716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34270521.post-89194821469413814092007-10-25T18:31:00.000-04:002007-10-25T18:31:00.000-04:00TYPE O NEGATIVE LOVEShall I compare thee to a Dono...TYPE O NEGATIVE LOVE<BR/><BR/>Shall I compare thee to a Donor's blood?<BR/>Thou art more gushing, quick with sweet-tongued praise.<BR/>Rough pricks would stick my thirsty veins with crud.<BR/>Uncomely RH--'twould poison my days.<BR/><BR/>So long as O can flow, happy's my IV!<BR/><BR/>So long lives O, and O! gives life to me!Sanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18245301334922883500noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34270521.post-40245264109834531862007-10-23T05:19:00.000-04:002007-10-23T05:19:00.000-04:00You two are so good at expressing this subject. I'...You two are so good at expressing this subject. I've been in/done/experienced both the types of love situations you two describe. Thanks for bringing me food for thought. <BR/><BR/>LeeLeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09527606943179561117noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34270521.post-67328367495280689062007-10-22T21:24:00.000-04:002007-10-22T21:24:00.000-04:00lol - love you too alt, and thank youlol - love you too alt, and thank youjsdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02806281216001406716noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34270521.post-79177558880329434852007-10-22T11:35:00.000-04:002007-10-22T11:35:00.000-04:00My limited experience has suggested to me that the...My limited experience has suggested to me that the best love is the messy kind. In this way, I think your poem is a little truer.<BR/><BR/>Don’t sweat the jazz thing. You’re just a rock ‘n roll girl in a muzak sort of world. :-dAnnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01836570744172426215noreply@blogger.com