XPost: alt.arts.poetry.comments, us.arts.poetry, alt.poetry   
   XPost: alt.writing   
   From: jrst@earthlink.net   
      
   In article <1109882530.070325.109400@o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com>, Will   
   Dockery   
   says...   
   >   
   >   
   >j r sherman wrote:   
   >> In article <1109880595.061847.3470@f14g2000cwb.googlegroups.com>,   
   >Will Dockery   
   >> says...   
   >> >   
   >>   
   >> >Heh.   
   >>   
   >> your powers to communicate astound us all.   
   >   
   >Heh. Who *is* "us all", JRS? I don't see *anyone* willing to touch your   
   >*unspeakble shit* of a non-poem...   
      
   in the collective "us," dockery. if you don't know what that means, i can   
   explain it to you.   
      
   and what do you mean you don't see anyone willing to touch my poem? what does   
   that mean? who is suppose to "touch" my poem? what are they suppose to do with   
   it when they do? you really need to explain yourself, dockery.   
      
   >Your sub-Rod McKuen type *sedimental* non-poetry, unspeakable shit, in   
   >fact, is quite enlightening about *your* particular "communication   
   >powers", as well, JRS:   
      
   how is the poem sub-Rod McKuen? i don't see anything of Rob McKuen in the poem.   
   what part of the poem substantiates your claim that it's "sub-Rod McKuen?" if   
   you cannot articulate your point, dockery, why are you making such shallow and   
   empty claims that you cannot substantiate about my work?   
      
   and what is it about the poem that you find "enlightens" others about my   
   paticular communication powers?   
      
   dockery, you don't seem to be able to explain yourself at all.   
      
      
   --   
   ------------------------------------------------------------------   
   "I saw a werewolf drinkin' a pina colada at Trader Vic's   
   And his hair was perfect."   
                                       Warren Zevon   
   ------------------------------------------------------------------   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)