Time's destiny, a worldly place
filled with the unknown and unthinkable.
Come with me on a journey to this
wonderful place--filled with color and
delight--where endless meadows of gray
breed thier children while singing thier
songs of insanity.
The walls speak of countless wise
prophets tales. An infinate occurance on
a scheduled day?
Impossible to think of such horrid
lies. The unknown is still out there--talking
a monotonuous talk without normal
recognition of everyday's necesities.
A continuation of mankind within a
dreamer's world.
A utopian society where everything is
perfect--except yourself.
You're all that matters,
right?
It still goes on despite thought--with
everyone searching for an answer one way
or another.
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comments?
Use spell check.
> Time-
> by Stephan Martelly
>
> Time's destiny, a worldly place
Time's only destiny is to continue ad infinitum or to end. There are only
two possibilities, and neither is a place.
> filled with the unknown and unthinkable.
If something is worldly, it's usually quite known and thinkable.
> Come with me on a journey to this
> wonderful place--filled with color and
Repetitive redudant use of the word place repetitively.
> delight--where endless meadows of gray
> breed thier children while singing thier
Meadows don't breed, they grow. They don't have children they have seeds.
> songs of insanity.
> The walls speak of countless wise
> prophets tales. An infinate occurance on
> a scheduled day?
Say what?
> Impossible to think of such horrid
> lies. The unknown is still out there--talking
> a monotonuous talk without normal
talking monotonously?
> recognition of everyday's necesities.
Normal recognition as opposed to abnormal recognition?
> A continuation of mankind within a
> dreamer's world.
What?
> A utopian society where everything is
> perfect--except yourself.
And the verb that makes that a sentence is where?
> You're all that matters,
> right?
> It still goes on despite thought--with
> everyone searching for an answer one way
> or another.
Circuitous quasi-philosophical angsty blathering.
I read this and I feel cheapened and debased.
Sincerely,
stephan
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> comments?
Sincerely,
stephan
In article <19981208205716...@ng51.aol.com>,
thedo...@aol.com (TheDoorsNY) wrote:
> thats beacause you obviously dont know what the fuck surrealism is
>thats beacause you obviously dont know what the fuck surrealism is
jeez jim morrison, or whoever you are,
you finally got someone to comment on your posts, and all you do is
get all upset. were you more or less upset when you got no comments
at all? someone is taking the time to evaluate your writing. hang on
a sec, let me emphasize this
someone
is
taking
the
time to evaluate
your writing
<that was just in case "riders on the storm" was playing really loud
and you and the lizard king were lapsing into surrealism.>
take the criticism with a little bit of grace.
that's a suggestion.
gg
i'm a changeling
see me change
> >thats beacause you obviously dont know what the fuck surrealism is
I can't speak for Stephen (since he stopped paying me to), but I can
tell you that I know a giraffe's flaming rear end about surrealism, and
what you wrote doesn't qualify as even lunchbox dadaism. Putting the
word "fuck" in front of surrealism doesn't make it a stronger statement
and it still leaves the problem of a person who could call:
>"Time's destiny, a worldly place
>filled with the unknown and unthinkable."
&
>"The walls speak of countless wise
>prophets tales."
ETC
surrealism. I'd like you to tell me what "wise prophets" have to do
with
surrealism. And what (please tell me) is surreal (or even vaguely
necessary)
about such misspellings as "infinate" monotonuous" "necesities." I
assume you're
one of those people who think surrealism just means "weird" and "do your
own
thang"?
The rest of the poem is really dull, and has no images, just frail
utopian blather
and pseudo-philosophy.
Really a botch.
By the way: you asked for comments. You got them. Lucky you!
DMH
> >i'm a changeling
> >see me change
I am the Whizzing King
I can't do anything
Dale "Soft Pram" Houstman