Spill yer guts.

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby NeonMosfet » Mon Mar 24, 2014 7:06 pm

Sometimes, I'm NeonMercuryASH.
Myopia Through Convexed Harlequins

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poetry

Postby Rick Keeney » Sat Apr 26, 2014 9:46 pm

NeonMosfet wrote:Sometimes, I'm NeonMercuryASH.


Who do your friends think you are? :mrgreen:
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I'm morose that this thread languishes. I know I could do more.

I got pissed with myself when I attempted a "Poem a Day" thing on my facebook page. It was a lesson. Somewhere along the line I got the absurd notion that I could pull this stuff outta the aether with minimal effort. And I can't. Which is humbling on the one hand, and disconcerting on the other.

I appreciate every person here who has shared hard-wrought work.

I'm going to do something about this. My first choice was nott o write poetry anymore. My second was to grow up a little bit.

Also, someone pointed out to me recently how boring I am. This person was not the first. I have come to the conclusion these people are correct. I hear your yawns, yes I do. I'm vanilla and I hate vanilla. I don't read a single unexciting thing, and what comes off my pen and mouth...yep. Yawners.

So the other something I think I'll do is to take some chances.

But not this second. This second I am going to listen to Sabbath. N.I.B prolly. I need something.

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby diane bartels » Sun Apr 27, 2014 11:57 pm

Rick, I have never found you boring, on here or in person. At Madcon, you made feel comfortable like I was with old friends. I had a great time. I too write poetry. It is sorta of like Sylvia Plath meets Elizabeth Browning. Except I am not as good as those ladies. But I think it's important to keep trying. And reading good poets. I have a hard time with a lot of modern poetry.

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby Rick Keeney » Mon Apr 28, 2014 8:42 am

I write like Allen Ginsberg forgot how to write.

Also, reading poetry only serves to confuse me. No idea why. It's like my muse gets lulled into a state ofconfused somethingorother when the verse starts to flow. Garcia Marquez, Jim Thompson, Harlan Ellison inform my work. Such as it is. It's not really work unless you're working it, c'rect?


Also, I suggest that if anyone here hasn't read Robert Frost that you'll be surprised by what you find. Happily surprised, I think.

Practice, yes. Of course. Later. :arrow:

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby Tim Raven » Tue Apr 29, 2014 10:33 pm

Keeney, are you fucking kidding me? Boring? I don't hang out with boring people. HEAT- That was not boring. Your going through the black ass....many of us have been through that. Hit yourself in the head with a rock and wake up. I NEED to find out what happens when he gets that gun in Bisby. I need to find out what happens when he get that gun. I'm not fucking kidding...get to work, Keeney. You jack off.

Tim

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby Douglas Harrison » Wed Apr 30, 2014 1:49 am

Once I realized boredom was the province of children, I grew out of it.

Rick, if they tell you you're boring, tell them you're not there to entertain them. Unless, of course, you are.

D.

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby FrankChurch » Wed Apr 30, 2014 4:24 pm

How about this: The cockroach taught the nazis how to march.

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby Rick Keeney » Thu May 01, 2014 9:37 pm

Tim Raven wrote:Keeney, are you fucking kidding me? Boring? I don't hang out with boring people. HEAT- That was not boring. Your going through the black ass....many of us have been through that. Hit yourself in the head with a rock and wake up. I NEED to find out what happens when he gets that gun in Bisby. I need to find out what happens when he get that gun. I'm not fucking kidding...get to work, Keeney. You jack off.

Tim


The last line in that poem is the end of the story, my friend. Except for the story in your head. You can follow that last line wherever it may lead you.
Douglas Harrison wrote:Once I realized boredom was the province of children, I grew out of it.

Rick, if they tell you you're boring, tell them you're not there to entertain them. Unless, of course, you are.

D.


You made me laugh, Douglas.

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby Lori Koonce » Fri May 02, 2014 9:19 am

Dear Mr Keeney

If you ever call yourself or your writingd boring again; here's what I will do...


I will purchase the largest wheel of cheese Wisconsin has to offer. I will chop it up into reasonable hunks. You will suffer dearh by cheese at my hands...

But seriously. putting raw emotion on paper, so to speak, is a catch as catch kinda thing. I havent been writing because I have been fortunate enough not to be feeling those feelings that I need tonto get a good poem out there.

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Boe Ring

Postby Rick Keeney » Fri May 02, 2014 10:59 pm

I appreciate the supportive statements, friends. But you should've seen some of the crap I was cranking out in early April. Rather, be glad you didn't.

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby NeonMosfet » Sat May 03, 2014 9:25 am

I wrote this last week. It may have to go through revisions to make it more seamless.

Neon Does Hollywood

By Angela Garcia as NeonMosfet or sometimes NeonMercuryASH

why did you sleep in the hall?
The meteors showered all night
As Earthquakes cross the wall
You don't need to leave on the light
The premise didn't hold up
Poisoned pen wrapped in a envelope

There's no way
i can put up with this
Just go your own way
Sunk to the teeth on hubris
The peacock ruffled his fan
You're not what you pretend
Pathetic little man
So sorry this has to end

Darkness soaking up the ink
Cancer blooms on the horizon
My life's story in a blink
I forgot to mention
Room Service brought the truth
Disfigured and masked in a phone booth

The sun wakes the boulevard
From the dream we all weave
My eyelid's drooping hard
It might be a good time to leave
The old goose has gone grey
Stoned on ozone, smog strangles LA
Myopia Through Convexed Harlequins

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Re: Boe Ring

Postby Lori Koonce » Sat May 03, 2014 9:35 am

Rick Keeney wrote:I appreciate the supportive statements, friends. But you should've seen some of the crap I was cranking out in early April. Rather, be glad you didn't.



Even Harlan will tell you that you don't often get it perfect the first time out. But, if you believe in what you wrote, you edit and even totally rewrite.

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby Ezra Lb. » Sun May 11, 2014 7:40 pm

Sorrows of the Serious Reader

I get my tax refund
And having nothing to read
(like the rich old lady, closets full, who has nothing to wear)
I go to the used bookstore
A vile atrocious place
Stacked floor to ceiling with orphans and runaways
And dodgy characters
Singing, whispering, cajoling, demanding
Take me with you
Give me a home
And I’ll tell you a story
Not about happiness
Which you may never have
But about other things than happiness.
And I, who have no will to resist
Take you in my arms
Like lovers do
“We must not always talk in the marketplace,” Hester Prynne said, “of what happens to us in the forest.”
-Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

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Robbed a Bank in Mexico

Postby Rick Keeney » Tue May 13, 2014 11:57 am

For Raven, who can use it: (not finished, but free flowing)

robbed a bank in mexico

All I got left
is this motor home:
three sticks of dynamite,
and a sock
full of lug nuts.

I should be
marching the high road
to Oaxaca
with
one hundred thousand
ten dollar bills
factory-sealed
within
the walls and overhead of
this ancient jalopy.

A dream:
Live in the cloud layer,
gear up in the dead
of summer,
go to the coast,
and catch sharks
on shiny steel hooks.

First:
Drive to Harv’s
pole barn,
lost in the
Mexican hill country
west of the city.
Break this rig down.
Strip it to the bills.
Call a certain restauranteur
in Veracruz:
Senor Estevaz Bonnet.
A pirate,
and the great great
grandson
of pirates.
Have him
convert these
Madisons
into
Morelos.

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Re: Spill yer guts.

Postby Tim Raven » Wed May 14, 2014 6:40 am

I had a quick notion waking up from a dream early this morning.

You hear the smallest vibration

in the moment
when the foreign object
enters the flesh
cancelling forward motion
the feeling of
ice
just before being
eaten
alive.

Tim Raven


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