the idaeiout: act three
westx...@my-dejanews.com
two got yer dander up i see, inspired ya to gather yer jaded sensibilities
and string a mostly coherant logic thread together of even better than fifty
werds, a soapbox oratorical exercise in which you demonstrate some capacity
fer gettin and stayin on some kinda roll and not fallin' too far from where
ya started; nice effort, it even reads well, shows some original talent and
good use of language, might be some potential there after all in yer jaded
faded skull; nice to see ya rein in yer yer thoughts like that and attempt to
write something halfway interestin', ya might make a werthy adversary yet,
give it another few years of dedicated effort, might be a decent challenge
then to tilt with ya, lock horns in intellectual joust, thrust and parry.
ok; granted i met yer character attacks in kind, yer in-my-face screamin about
non-issues and peculiar take on where i'm comin' from and all distortin' yer
better (sic) judgement and provokin' my own diatribe about yer type of self-
obsessed delusions of brilliance and interest, but hey, yer really reachin'
here for somethin' critical to comment on aren't ya bud (sic)?
i note in yer post history you prefer to comment on other's werks and
comments about like 100 to one to the posting of your own "poems" or whatever
ya wanna call 'em. hey, don't get me wrong, nothin wrong with that, jus' it's
mighty peculiar behavior fer someone who takes his poetry so seriously, i
notice too you post prosaic pieces too, so the vast volume of what you post
ain't "poetry" by yer own definition; ya gotta lotta nerve/bad taste to rant
and rave 'bout the kettle bein' black (hey jrs: is that analogy too obscure
fer ya?) let me make this a little clearer fer ya: in RAP and AAPC, it's not
unusual fer a thread to be retitled and stand alone, with many writers adding
on to it. writers typically will comment on another's comments. these
comments are often critical. in terms of participating in a discussion/forum,
what real difference does it make if a piece or writer that's being commented
on is a poem or a comment? IT'S STILL BEIN COMMENTED ON AND CRITIQUED, AIN'T
IT? jeez jrs, yew really take the cake.
there's at least one in every crowd who thinks they have the inside track on
what is reasonable and within the bounds of proper content, subject and
format. if my pomes or "poems" or comments or whatever they are didn't get
any positive feedback from dedicated newsgroup participants/writers than i'd
acknowledge the point that maybe i shouldn't bother posting in this kinda
forum, at least until i polished my writing skills and developed more
interesting/relevant subject material and lerned how to discuss ideas better.
but it don't/won't wash jrs; i don't need/appreciate you telling me i don't
meet yer standards; i've looked at yer "standards" and they're mostly
off-the-wall and irrelevant to any kind of intellectual/poetic enquiry.
well, ok, that might be a hard slam but whathefu? i tol' ya before, ya don't
necessarily bring out the best in me jrs, though comin' to terms with what
and how to speak about/to ya and yer type of concieted arrogant bullshit was
an interesting challenge and encouraged a respectable rant/rave/howl that
i'll stand by and take the blame and/or credit for. but in some peculiar way,
i gotta thank ya jrs, fer makin so crystal clear the issue about those who
strive to put others in their (sic) place; a subservient heirarchy of vain
pretentious put-down ramblings and acerbic commentaries that only serve to
inflate their own sense of self. the writing/effort to place my
observations/thoughts about you in perspective also made me realize/suspect
something else; your apparent need/desire to humiliate writers in public,
esp. obvious in yer clusterfukfest spectacle with pitttbulll, leaves you with
a hunger fer a public whipping. is that it, jrs, you got a lil' taste for the
hard-and-nasty put-down bad-boy spanking S&M hurt-me-i-deserve-it!
abuse-thing? yer one sick pup, jrs, i'll give ya that much ennyway.
that sed, i still got some questions, though i don't suppose it would be
appropriate fer me to expect you to be civil enuff to answer so let me phrase
it as a hypothetical/rhetorical pondering; is yer "read" of my werks/ideas
intentionally superficial or the result of careless reading habits, or
perhaps the result of an inherant default bias which distorts reality so as
to afford you easy-access opportunity to mouth off on
skewed/irrelevant/pointless/inacurate tangents? jus' curious, how folks like
you get so off on delusional trails that serve as fodder fer yer own limited-
engagement agendas of amusing imaginary audiences and puffing up yer own ego.
it would appear through at least a several-layer exhumation of yer tight-
wrapped hide that yer take on the world in general is pretty haphazard, two-
dimensional, and facetious. (might wanna get someone to 'xplain those werds to
ya jrs, kind a' chore to keep flippen thru the dictionary, eh?)
ya gotta lotta nerve (or is it just crass bad taste or a product of yer own
ain't-gotta-clew-view-on-life-and-etc?) to claim i'm striving to sound more
important than anyone else. and yer accusation that i'm lazy and dishonest in
claiming to write "pomes" instead of "poems" and thereby avoid/discredit
criticism is both foolish and shallow.
i don't expect you to understand the distinction jrs, but fer ennybody
followin' this thread or jus' droppin' in, and as a follow-up reply/rebuttal
to the main point ya make in the previous thread/statement, i make the
(mostly) tongue-in-cheek distinction between pomes and poems, between portry
and poetry, and between potes and poets as a statement about the whole mostly
bullshit academic "he sez: she sez" argument and tedious debate/explication
about fine-line-shaving digressions between orders of degrees and magnitude,
ceaseless expostulations about appropriate content/subject/format doctrines
laying-down-the-law bottom- line to the nth-degree back-and-forth parley
bickering quoting chapter-verse- and-etc. ranting/raving appeals to
reason/aesthetics/tradition standards and the whole bitter futile litany
lament soap-box ditty/jingle blather question/answer show-and-tell "now do ya
see the light, asshole?" issue about what is and ain't "poetry". jeeeez, fer
ennybody within seein' hearin' shoutin' howlin' distance, i don't know
whathefu? poetry is and isn't until i taste it/feel it/hear it in my mindseye
and savor its truth-or-consequences short-cut to reason, tell-it-like-it-is
gut-punch honesty, full-packed aroma/savvy flavor haunting
melody/rhythm/jingle refrain quality meaning etc.; this is something, my
right to choose dammit, which i will not defer to some hypothetical authority
figure. i've sed as much in other threads and arguments, and i may or may not
be a solitary voice in the wilderness goin' on about this mostly
insignificant point, and i may be (and have been) harshly criticized for
this brand of extremely romantic view of poetry, but that's my take onnit and
i'm stickin to it. if ennybody can't hear a certain natural/unintended- by-
human- hands/mind sound and not think it poetic, such as the sound of
fat-fingered flakes of snow falling in a high-mountain pine forest in the
hushed moment of a delicate storm just before spring's arrival, or the
symphony clatter of a train's echo and whistle as it gathers momentum for the
long hard pull across the divide miles ahead, doesn't have a clue about what
poetry is about or for; so okay, "poetic" ain't necesarily a "poem", right?
jeeeez, jus' illustrates my point, fine-hair-splittin' goin'
on-and-on-and-on-and- to no end; more like a buncha folks'd rather
define/categorize/talk-the-issue-to-death and beat-it- till-it-dies, i
haven't heard yet an argument defining poetry that i can completely accept; i
prefer to think poetry is what is felt/heard/seen as poetry by whoever and
only for that whoever at that particular time/place; poetry ain't found in
books but in the mindseye; poetry is alive and withit and happenin' NOW! and
speaks to the nitty-gritty heart/soul/mind of feeling/thinking people; and
maybe beyond, who knows? i don't know that some alien or other terrestrial
species haven't got their own equivalent for "poetry"; who's to say that
sperm or blue whales aren't wise and ancient philosopher/poets keeping an
eons-long tradition of epic poetry alive in their far-ranging oceanic
symphonys of whistles and screeches, talkin' about what's real and important
over a far-longer time-span than some measly tens-of- thousands-of years, or
that the cave-paintings of Lascaux aren't iconographic/lexigraphic poems? the
whole debate smacks of elitism and arrogance to me, this shrill "that ain't
poetry!" parade of "i'm right!" speeches, and my "portry" vs. "poetry" is
merely a device to signal my refusal to submit to the debate, an
"inappropriate to comment: logic error" category that does NOT signal,
despite jrs's assertions, that i am not open to criticism; whythefu? would i
post my pomes or whatever, for "praise" (jrs's assertion)? jeeez, that's sooo
stoooopid it must be a new kinda low even for jrs. some peeple think i write
"poetry"; some don't; hey, if ya like the debate, join in and push it fer
what it's werth, glad to provide the opportunity fer amusement or cheap-shot
target practice whatever, but if ya take a shot be prepared, i like to
occasionally shoot back. in jrs's case, although i find him more of an
irritation than an intelligent peer with anything of critical interest to
say, i must admit i have found him somewhat amusing to comment to/write about
and analyze, like an unusual-looking bug that makes a peculiar sound and
somehow manages to fly with ridiculous stubby wings and walk despite the
stiff-limbed appendages that get in the way of its leg's movements. hey jrs,
get that? f'kin idaeiout. . . . .
i've had the argument before (and probably will again; i should just
save.file a statement and cut/paste post in reply next time when appropriate)
with some fool or other who offers some ridiculous comment/criticism and then
crows, "gotcha! see, i'm right and yer wrong, nha-nha-nha......" etc. when ya
don't rise to his/her bait or sink to his/her level in response. can't win
with those kinda fools in their book, so why bother? only
if/when/then-so-be-it amuses me/provokes me, maybe against my better
judgement, challenges me to think about and reply Re: particular brand of
arrogance and conceit.
BTW jrs: whatta ya think 'bout hollow-points? i sorta like the way they tumble
between entrance and punchin-their-way-to-exit. Jus' kidden'! (wink-wink);
ever'body knows solid-jackets are more dependable.
and 'nother thing, since i got yer rapt attention, yer cheap-shot both-barrels
approach don't werk when yer firin' duds; i refer to yer alt.disney comment
about where i hang out; how dumb man, even fer you. and also, that bit about
the "names out of the phone-book poem he wrote" or some-such-werded bullshit,
whathefu? lissen asshol, IF I HAD WRITTEN SUCH A PIECE I'D A HAD A REASON FER
IT; AND I'D 'FESS TO IT; AND SO WHAT IF I HAD? BUT I DIDN'T! WHAT'S YER F'KIN
POINT? EVER READ THE SHIT YOU POST? I NEVER SLAMMED YOU BEFORE YOU STARTED
TAKIN CHEAP POT-SHOTS AT ME. f'kin idaeiout.
so there, i've mostly sed my piece fer now; whatever ain't been sed don't
need sayin or kin keep. i guess this might be "the idaeiout: act three".
knowin jrs as i'm lernin 'bout him, it'll probably be continued; he don't
know enuff to admit he's whupped by his own mouth. 'long as he keeps poppin
up, mouthin off 'bout stuff he ain't gotta clew about and makin it personal,
i'll take an occasional shot; helps ta keep in practice, especially with Y2K
aroun' the corner, when this kinda catfight/turf war can get real and deadly.
you prepared jrs? well, been some kinda fun this stroll thru the park with
ya. see ya! (wink- wink).
NOTE: this thing about jrs actin like he digs dishin' out and bein' on the
recievin' end of public humiliation is buggin' me, don't know if i wanna play
into it; i've seen where he strolls on deja's author's posting history and am
not too fond of/interested in that varied/wierd and twisted scene; i might
refuse to charge his red flag next time; though i got some frends in low
places might like to "tune" him up sometime; but that might be what he really
wants/desires. jeez, a real no-win situation, eh?
This Thread Re: RAP: Re: rhetoric and bullshit: smoke and mirrors: the
emperor ain't got any clothes on or hadn't you noticed? Re: the idaeiout (act
one) Re: the f'kin idaeiout jrs (act two) Re: AP BULLETIN: DEMOCRATS ANNOUNCE
NEW MASCOT: IS THIS A POEM?: ENQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW the idaeiout (act
three) (AARP and RAP)
sk...@nowhere.man
NADA MIND PRESS
march 24, 1999
hey, it's in the binary archives now, ain't it?
>clik<
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