My real name's Bill, but I generally go by Uncle Buck since the birth
of my nephew a little over 4 years ago. I'm 33, live in Knoxville,
TN, white, 6'2", br/hz, etc... etc... etc... ;-) Been through a lot,
just now getting around to dealing with the aftershocks, and poetry is
becoming a part of that for me. Aside from poetry, I enjoy writing
stories, songs, drawing, painting, hiking & gazing at just about
anything. I pay health insurance claims for a living (well, that's
not entirely true - I sometimes have to deny them, too), but I
consider that (my only "official" carreer) to simply be a means for
financing what I consider my "real" job, that of being creative and
churning out ideas and stories and concepts. Creativity at my level
isn't any way to make money, alas, so I can't devote 100% of my time
to it. But I'm sick of being just marginally good (if that) at "a lot
of things", and am now seeking to more seriously focus my energies.
If anyone wants to know more than that, feel free to ask. I'm open
about most things. :-)
I've been enjoying some of the exchanges here, and wincing at others
of course. Overall, I look forward to interacting here. I've posted
here before and didn't get any answers, so I assume it wasn't as good
as I thought. So I'm going to try again here shortly with another
one. I'm hoping for one thing to develop some serious poetry skills
and for another thing to get rid of this friggin' "prima donna" alter
ego I have running amok in the back of my head. I figure if anything,
subjecting the guts of my mind to the scrutiny of others should be a
rather tidy way to accomplish that. ;-)
In any event, thanks for your time, and thanks to all for the
intriguing posts! :-)
--
L8r,
Uncle Buck
Tennessee produces some choice young porn flesh that will pose
in many quite Southern Christian positions.
I have a lot of folders of them.
I see it, as it comes across Usenet on my mystical viewer.
> white, 6'2", br/hz, etc... etc... etc... ;-) Been through a lot,
You haven't been through shit. (pyschic prediction)
What is your dick size?
Have you ever been out of TN?
Did you think this is a personal ad?
It's an international poetry comment group, you idiot...
There are people here that will steal your picture and
place it in gay sex scenes. (of course those idiots live in
ghettos of Detroit) I would advise against sharing personal details.
I'm only looking out for you.
(especially when you are as placental as you are)
> just now getting around to dealing with the aftershocks, and poetry is
> becoming a part of that for me.
Always remember that no one gives a fuck about your life, here.
Go to a therapist, but I doubt there are any of those that are worth
shit in your town. Just fuck your wife and watch prime-time TV.
Forget art.
(No, really, I'm just kidding...)
> Aside from poetry, I enjoy writing
> stories, songs, drawing, painting, hiking & gazing at just about
> anything. I pay health insurance claims for a living (well, that's
> not entirely true - I sometimes have to deny them, too), but I
> consider that (my only "official" carreer) to simply be a means for
> financing what I consider my "real" job, that of being creative and
> churning out ideas and stories and concepts.
The Balinese have that...
Their language doesn't have as much a separate word for "artist"
but everyone is considered one.
> Creativity at my level
> isn't any way to make money,
"If they pay you for it, it isn't Jazz."
...just ask Dale or the now dead Hammes.
> alas, so I can't devote 100% of my time
> to it. But I'm sick of being just marginally good (if that) at "a lot
> of things", and am now seeking to more seriously focus my energies.
> If anyone wants to know more than that, feel free to ask. I'm open
> about most things. :-)
You have no definition of "good" till you've read some reasonable
sampling of poetry.
You won't do that before you die, since you only have part-time
and you are already too old.
You need to rely on luck.
Or, if religious you could pray that God would feed you
the right words.
I suggest luck.
(the above is a parody of an answer to your question, I never
answer questions.)
>
> I've been enjoying some of the exchanges here, and wincing at others
> of course.
Poets are always catting.
You have to like cats.
> Overall, I look forward to interacting here. I've posted
> here before and didn't get any answers, so I assume it wasn't as good
> as I thought. So I'm going to try again here shortly with another
> one. I'm hoping for one thing to develop some serious poetry skills
> and for another thing to get rid of this friggin' "prima donna" alter
> ego
Right... Being wealthy is making $10 more per month than your wife's
sister's husband. <old sexist joke>
...but you *do* have a Usenet connection...
Doublewide too?
> I have running amok in the back of my head. I figure if anything,
> subjecting the guts of my mind to the scrutiny of others should be a
> rather tidy way to accomplish that. ;-)
--- don't read this
Yeah, yeah, you're a fuckwit, I'm rude, so fucken what...
Knock off the life-drool.
Nobody cares that you are trailer trash as long as you don't fuck
with the people in power. Just stay under control with alcohol
and religion and the 1st world will be safe.
---
Poetry, alone, is all that you should share here, unless you want
ants. You'll still get ants.
I eat ants, and so my land lays differently.
Go read some *good* poetry, and come back and tell me about
what is good about it. Oh, and at least read Hamme's Prosody manual.
It's short, and craggy, but to the point as a tempered fence,
and I promised, as I stood holding the lilacs over his grave
that I would carry his seed into the next patch of poet dirt.
Do you like "Dylan Thomas" ???
If so, bring back one of his (any but /the/ villanelle)
and we'll tear it up.
>
> In any event, thanks for your time, and thanks to all for the
> intriguing posts! :-)
Don't suck up to me. :-)
(I'm a godless, axe-murdering pervert,
twice hanged, crucified my dignity
on a pyre of disdain before Dawson's Creek's
second season.)
Tom Bishop
> --
> L8r,
> Uncle Buck
Of course this is only applicable if you're a country music fan and you
really don't have to be 100% fan of this if its the business part that
you're considering going into.
There's a guy named Dr. Wayne Dyer-not sure of the spelling - who
talked about his daughter. She wanted to quit college and pursue her
singing career because she felt inside that it was what she was meant
to do and he told her that as long as she felt that inside her that she
should pursue it because it would always be inside of her and nagging
at her.
Rose
http://members.aol.com/Roseb44170/home.html
"How in the heck did I ever get talked into this?"
<Roseb...@aol.com> wrote in message
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Good. You'll /need/ overalls to interact here.
Shit flies.
Speaking of shit flies, you meet Tommy yet?
> I've posted
> here before and didn't get any answers, so I assume it wasn't as good
> as I thought.
That a piece is unremarked doesn't mean it wasn't read. Or that it
wasn't good or bad.
Just means nobody could think of anything specific to say.
Which could be construed as mildly bad.
Or everybody was tired.
Or drunk (rare, that, all at once).
> So I'm going to try again here shortly with another
> one. I'm hoping for one thing to develop some serious poetry skills
> and for another thing to get rid of this friggin' "prima donna" alter
> ego I have running amok in the back of my head. I figure if anything,
> subjecting the guts of my mind to the scrutiny of others should be a
> rather tidy way to accomplish that. ;-)
>
> In any event, thanks for your time, and thanks to all for the
> intriguing posts! :-)
> --
> L8r,
> Uncle Buck
"The primary purpose of a writer is to write." -- Minot, others
I.e., if you write, you're a writer.
If you go on writing when nobody seZ anything, you're a
professional writer.
If you don't, you're not.
Guluk.
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