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Post by arnolddavis on Nov 14, 2004 23:56:33 GMT -5
they're selling tickets for the moon tonight the land is spotted with patterned umbrellas ,tacked in place like an unruly postcard always blowing off the board in the breeze of the fan.
the line winds down the only road in town the voices whine down the only road in town but i was smart baby i was smart i bought mines days before
so why so far behind? why your soul draggin` like the breasts of a mother of 6 when she ripens to 86
please come along please, i never won nothin before what if i win somethin finally I'll give it to you I'll give it to you wrapped in comics and bound by my belt (a poor man's ribbon) and hung on a sturdy bough outside of your window....
Does it beat the City? Does it beat the City? Is her face black and blue broken into the features of a plum? Will this make you happy love will this make me happy love? think of it while i creep upon this radiant sphere watch you sleep
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Post by jen on Nov 15, 2004 11:36:52 GMT -5
the poem is a little inconsistent; the first stanza is elegant and descriptive and the rest are sort of crude like you were trying to talk in a dialect...and i'm not sure what kind of dialect you were trying to imitate. you know i hate the metaphor about the breasts, haha. i think the repetition sounds forced (probably because i know you hate repetition). i am also having trouble with your punctuation. the first stanza and the last two lines are in need of some punctuation repairs. however, the nearly lyric other stanzas almost work with inconsistent punctuation. so i'm not sure. i think you should either revamp the whole thing working off of the first stanza or get rid of it completely. if i'm missing something, let me know. i might not understand it. now that you are probably thoroughly annoyed with my criticism, i'll take my leave.
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Post by steve on Nov 16, 2004 9:24:35 GMT -5
i'll agree with a good portion of the repetition and the horrible dialect. the last two lines i dn't see need for puntuaction except an 'and' but, you're the editor. thank you.
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Post by arnolddavis on Nov 16, 2004 9:36:56 GMT -5
they're selling tickets for the moon tonight. the land is spotted with patterned umbrellas, tacked in place like an unruly postcard always blowing off the board in the breeze of the fan.
the line winds down the only road in town. the voices whine down the only road in town. but i was smart i bought ours days before.
so why are you so far behind? your soul dragging like the breasts of a mother of 6 when she spoils to 84.
please come along. please, i never won before. what if i win something finally? I'll give it to you I'll give it to you wrapped in comics and bound by my belt (a poor man's ribbon) hung on a sturdy bough outside of your window....
Does it beat the City? Is her face black and blue broken into the features of a plum? Would this make you happy love? think of it while i creep upon this radiant sphere and watch you sleep.
eh?
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