Oh, when people start using "fifty cent" words, they are trying to impress, but all it does for me is make me want to distance myself. Sophistication is not something that one can talk oneself into. I won't swallow those words for sure. Lydi**
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
I appreciate your reply, my friend.
WE certainly can sit at the same table.
j.
As the Master Poetic Wordsmith that you are, this Poem is profoundly contemplative and enjoyably meditative in all that it has to say in giving the crafted appearance of not have said very much at all ... Appearances are reality deceptive ... I would shelve this piece in my Library, but the site will no longer allow me to do so ... Which is a disappointment, whenever I seek to shelve works that I enjoy and admire in hope that others will come across them and enjoy them too ...
Marve
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
The site is acting up...I appreciate your kind review, Marve,
j.
You know this is a put down if ever there was one dear J. ). Love that second stanza. I could hazard a guess? Great title by the way. I didn’t get an invitation:)
Chris
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
we have our own club, Chris...you are invited to their shindigs.
thank you,
j.
And you claim to not like Bukowski...lol. Well, the dinner was served and the voices settled into the loudest as to who could tell as to whether that dictionary was a thesaurus or a dictionary ...lol. Drag is Drag, isn't it? And as for the rest, if the wine is pouring and the conversation lively I say let the meal be what it is. In the end who really knows but the reader and the page? Thanks!
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
I really do not like him...but yes, the reader and the page know...probably more than the poet does... read moreI really do not like him...but yes, the reader and the page know...probably more than the poet does.
Thank you, Perdition,
j.
1 Year Ago
Well, he was a simpler, wilder poet of sorts. Not the kind of man ya want over for dinner but who re.. read moreWell, he was a simpler, wilder poet of sorts. Not the kind of man ya want over for dinner but who really is...lol. I got ya though, your poem as well and my pleasure J. Hope All is all, and Well as well. Enjoyed~
The dinner party is a metaphor for a type of writing in this one. Not sure which one it is, but "only the most scholarly invited " is a reverse punch, because of the references to the incoherent dictionary and the deceased vocabularies. Someone is being put down here, but I won't hazard a guess as to who it is.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
but you get the idea...yes, some don't digest poetry unless it is incredibly pretentious in nature.<.. read morebut you get the idea...yes, some don't digest poetry unless it is incredibly pretentious in nature.
Thank you, John.
With a bit of mash and gravy on the side the salad becomes a main course
I love the way you wrote this one !
I can imagine my old welsh English teacher from high school scratching his head and sighing to the heavens with all the new bloody pronouns they use in this crazy time he would not of stood for it
I entered a world, I do not understand. Poetry should be straight from the gut and not pretentious. Otherwise, it isn't even poetry. Loved this poem especially the line on dictionary showing up in drag. You're amazing, my friend.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..