tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post1914604961445684605..comments2023-05-25T08:13:49.192-05:00Comments on the platitudes of willful resemblance: not about xxx porn on the internetJhon Bakerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05952691262605706711noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post-65350662193359852382010-04-25T20:07:51.375-05:002010-04-25T20:07:51.375-05:00It certainly does...It certainly does...Pat Tilletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17699973774273291205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post-78185624523914474972010-04-25T15:59:19.008-05:002010-04-25T15:59:19.008-05:00Happiness is the pinnacle of Bullshit as are the s...Happiness is the pinnacle of Bullshit as are the sentimental sad poems. I like the dark as well because it is honest.<br />and your right anyone can write a poem about flowers - how many can write a poem about a particular flower?<br />I was in a real mood that day, as I get in when I am subjected to people's work created when they thought they were a little sad. I guess what I am saying is that I don't like poetry about sadness or happiness. I like poetry that is real and emotions like that are convenient and petty and when real people feel them and are bored - people who think those feelings are true and reality are boring people. I should shut up before I lose a few readers. Then again, it takes all kinds now don't it.Jhon Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05952691262605706711noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post-22818339747403393122010-04-25T13:54:11.964-05:002010-04-25T13:54:11.964-05:00jhon...
Anybody can wax poetic over a flower or ha...jhon...<br />Anybody can wax poetic over a flower or happiness, but it isn't anything I want to read. There's no feeling in it for me.<br /><br />To me, the best song lyrics, the best poetry, and the best stories, come from painful or ironic reflection. <br /><br />dark...Pat Tilletthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17699973774273291205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2353401673753574177.post-15186172737856268272010-04-24T23:21:33.912-05:002010-04-24T23:21:33.912-05:00Loved the lines “hard to admit, / that so much poe...Loved the lines “hard to admit, / that so much poetry can / only be written by the / chronically dissatisfied.” It’s like, if a poet were to get rid of his dissatisfaction, his muse would take flight as well. As PB Shelley writes in ‘To a Skylark,’ “We look back and after, / And pine for what is not: / Our sincerest laughter / With some pain is fraught; / Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.”ccccccchttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00151991593688277788noreply@blogger.com