XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments, alt.poetry   
   From: jrst@earthlink.net   
      
   In article <1109705572.823651.106010@z14g2000cwz.googlegroups.com>, Will   
   Dockery   
   says...   
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   >> Oh, how so?  Please compare, contrast, explain how JAV improved it.   
   >   
   >Nobody else is forced to do any of these things.   
      
   no one else felt that the things you said about Renay's poem were true. you   
   were   
   the one who made the claim that it was bad. we asked you why. you said it was   
   naval gazing and a rip off of a soap opera. no one else saw this in the poem,   
   so   
   we asked you to explain yourself.   
      
   and the next thing you know, you start calling Ms. Renay a skank and whore. all   
   because we asked you to explain yourself.   
      
   how does Ms. Renay become a skank and whore because we asked you to explain   
   yourself?   
      
   >not JRS, not Gamble. I   
   >gave my comments and my opinion, just like the others.   
   >   
   >You can't hold *me* to something the others don't follow.   
      
   we only asked you to explain yourself. and you went nuts.   
      
   >And no, *I* have no interest in improving Renay's poem.   
      
   besides the fact that you couldn't, even if you wanted to.   
      
   >> 1.  Critique Renay's poem   
   >   
   >I did, many times.   
      
   no you didn't. you made claims you could not explain. that's not criticism,   
   dockery.   
      
   >> OR   
   >>   
   >> 2.  Do the Baby Dockery Dance.   
   >   
   >Not today, Karla.   
      
   so this leaves open the chance that you might?   
      
      
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