The Artist Formerly Known / PJR / comments welcome
Peter J Ross
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A single bottle doesn't hit the spot.
A day's recourse is two or three these days.
Pour me another glass; look how it plays,
the midyear sunset with the noble rot,
the Attic palette... This is what I've got:
a wife, a creosote cat, old muttered praise
from cautious critics. Somewhere in the haze
I know there's meaning, but I don't know what.
More warming of the western sunshine might
attach my cancerous head to a cured body
sketched on the wall by God. Though shivered, tight
and hellish frightened, I sleep well at night,
don't know Inferno dreams. A nightcap toddy
battens me down. Don't give me second sight.
[revision of some stuff previously posted as "Retired":
<http://groups.google.com/group/rec.arts.poems/msg/c3d7fca2cfe63df5>]
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PJR :-)
kiwi K Ross
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Please try to understand that you know nothing
about poetry, or anything else.
You should find a job as a "stay-at-home-mom".
Why does a saggy bag lady parade on Usenet
as a brit faggot?
--
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(the biggest clit in pornetry)
nerissa
Peter J Ross wrote:
> The Artist Formerly Known
> -------------------------
>
> A single bottle doesn't hit the spot.
> A day's recourse is two or three these days.
> Pour me another glass; look how it plays,
> the midyear sunset with the noble rot,
> the Attic palette... This is what I've got:
> a wife, a creosote cat, old muttered praise
> from cautious critics. Somewhere in the haze
> I know there's meaning, but I don't know what.
>
> More warming of the western sunshine might
> attach my cancerous head to a cured body
> sketched on the wall by God. Though shivered, tight
> and hellish frightened, I sleep well at night,
> don't know Inferno dreams. A nightcap toddy
> battens me down. Don't give me second sight.
Hi Peter. Good to see this piece which speaks to me. Not because of the
allusion to alcoholism or the profession, but because it well describes a
special way of being-and-not-being-in-the-world: "I know there's meaning,
but I don't know what". In the end, the reader-me may think: If at least
the speaker could have a proper nightmare to make him feel alive.
Please don't expect any helpful comment on form or technique from me -
you're so far more a skilled craftsman than I'll ever be. The only nits
that I found are in L2 and L5, the repetition of "day", and the dots after
palette.
Thanks for posting, and sorry that my comment certainly won't meet your need
for a "harsh critique" :)
nerissa
kiwi K Ross
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>
> Hi Peter.
This moron hosted stolen gay porn pics
with my stolen picture for over a year.
He harasses me and others at every opportunity.
He is an asshole, and so is anyone that
says "hi" to the moron.
So fuck off and die, asshole.
Don't feed the trolls.
Barbara's Cat
> gay porn
> stolen picture
> over a year
> me
> every opportunity
> asshole
> moron
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Diana
Peter J Ross wrote:
> The Artist Formerly Known
> -------------------------
>
> A single bottle doesn't hit the spot.
> A day's recourse is two or three these days.
> Pour me another glass; look how it plays,
> the midyear sunset with the noble rot,
had to google "noble rot" to find out that this is an "ok" fungus, as
opposed to a "grey rot".
Why "midyear sunset"? Is it opposed to a september sunset? So far I'm
loving the sounds. Things seem not so great for the N, but not quite
hopeless either. They could go either way.
> the Attic palette... This is what I've got:
Why Attic? And in what sense? The dialect or "purity, simplicity, and
elegant wit" (everyone's favorite: Dictionary.com.) The title seems to
suggest the second meaning...
> a wife, a creosote cat, old muttered praise
> from cautious critics. Somewhere in the haze
> I know there's meaning, but I don't know what.
I like this last line.
>
> More warming of the western sunshine might
> attach my cancerous head to a cured body
> sketched on the wall by God. Though shivered, tight
I keep thinking raisin, a sweeter wine, here, rather than the grey rot.
Apart from thinking of the image of a raisin, I really like these three
lines.
> and hellish frightened, I sleep well at night,
> don't know Inferno dreams. A nightcap toddy
> battens me down. Don't give me second sight.
Back to the alcohol in the beginning. This N almost seems not to want
to know what meaning is inside of the haze, or is drinking away the
demons rather than dealing with them. I might be reading my own meaning
into the poem, though.
In terms of words and sonics, this is much better than "Retired" . Ack!
Don't ask me about scansion.
There is a "you" in the other version that has Boschian dreams. The
"you" is edited out?
The "you" of previous seemed to have these nightmares.
Diana
>elegant wit" (everyone's favorite: Dictionary.com.) The title seems to
>suggest the second meaning...
Actually, they both can fit.
>Things seem not so great for the N, but not quite
>hopeless either. They could go either way.
Move this comment down to where the artist is talking about what he's
got.
I feel like I'm missing references to other stuff.
--
Out, rather than over
Sherrie Lee
Neither bother me. The repetition of day fits the whole "re" theme
of at least that line. The ellipsis shows what's "in the closet",
so-to-speak.
It would be old and yellowed and repetitiously uninspiring. There's
meaning
in shadows. What bothers me, "hit the spot", is ...
Does the Artist Formerly Known want, out? Hit the spot?
Seems like a bull's eye cliche coming from the poet (PJR?).
Young yet old. I guess it suits the rhyme, and if I guess again,
reason would be the name. But "Diana" made me go to the dictionary.
And I don't know that "he" wants a proper nightmare. He wants to die
because what's frightening is waking up and starting again to feel
frightened.
Ah hell, for all I know, he dreads the hangover.
Sherrie Lee.
Beau Blue Jinn (see snoozio.net)
"Diana" <Diana_of...@excite.com> wrote in message news:1138609838.4...@o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com...
> I feel like I'm missing references to other stuff.
You miss the fact that he is an harassing troll.
No problem. You miss the fact that you're an insufferable idiot.
Sherrie Lee
Beau Blue Jinn (see snoozio.net) wrote:
> "Diana" <Diana_of...@excite.com> wrote in message news:1138609838.4...@o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com...
>
> > I feel like I'm missing references to other stuff.
>
> You miss the fact that he is an harassing troll.
>
> No problem. You miss the fact that you're an insufferable idiot.
I'm jealous. Diana gets an adjective, and I'm simply an idiot. No fair.
Diana
Sherrie Lee wrote:
> Beau Blue Jinn (see snoozio.net) wrote:
> > "Diana" <Diana_of...@excite.com> wrote in message news:1138609838.4...@o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com...
> >
> > > I feel like I'm missing references to other stuff.
> >
> > You miss the fact that he is an harassing troll.
> >
> > No problem. You miss the fact that you're an insufferable idiot.
>
> I'm jealous. Diana gets an adjective, and I'm simply an idiot. No fair.
Have you ever noticed that one minute he'll bestow these most glorious
titles to people, and the next minute he'll take them away? Indian
giver!
Good to see ya here, Sherrie!
Beau Blue Jinn (see snoozio.net)
"Diana" <Diana_of...@excite.com> wrote in message news:1138640560.5...@g44g2000cwa.googlegroups.com...
>
> Sherrie Lee wrote:
>> Beau Blue Jinn (see snoozio.net) wrote:
>> > "Diana" <Diana_of...@excite.com> wrote in message news:1138609838.4...@o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com...
>> >
>> > > I feel like I'm missing references to other stuff.
>> >
>> > You miss the fact that he is an harassing troll.
>> >
>> > No problem. You miss the fact that you're an insufferable idiot.
>>
>> I'm jealous. Diana gets an adjective, and I'm simply an idiot. No fair.
>
> Have you ever noticed that one minute he'll bestow these most glorious
> titles to people, and the next minute he'll take them away? Indian
> giver!
The Jinn giveth, the Jinn giveth.
Long give the Jinn.
:)
"Diana of the Funt" and "Fort Sherrie E. Lee <somebump>"
(temporary titles recindable on taking the Jinn's
name in grain)
"Please lend me your language, and
I'll give it back, lipstick removed..."
>
> Good to see ya here, Sherrie!
Sherrie Blossum season, In January?
...the worms will die in this winter wind. :)
Dennis M. Hammes
Heh. Good, uniform voice, knows what it wants to say.
"Creosote cat"??
"...cancered..."
Is the writer being Holier Than the speaker, here? It must not be
an accident. Renders the style somewhat abrasive of its subject, but
that works if the speaker is to be Holier Than it (than his own history).
"Battens me down" sticks out from the previous (it's strictly a
nauticalism) and doesn't produce the final wish/demand. It might,
out of an earlier reference(s) to weather, but the milieu is
Dantesque. Would Ulysses' milieu work here? Speaker's already literate.
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By the Depression, "swell" was the frog's *feeling* on being
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nerissa
My hubby just identified the title as TAFKAP (The Artist Formerly Known As
Prince).
nerissa
Peter J Ross
<scraw...@arvig.net> wrote in rec.arts.poems:
> Peter J Ross wrote:
>
>> The Artist Formerly Known
>> -------------------------
>>
>> A single bottle doesn't hit the spot.
>> A day's recourse is two or three these days.
>> Pour me another glass; look how it plays,
>> the midyear sunset with the noble rot,
>> the Attic palette... This is what I've got:
>> a wife, a creosote cat, old muttered praise
>> from cautious critics. Somewhere in the haze
>> I know there's meaning, but I don't know what.
>>
>> More warming of the western sunshine might
>> attach my cancerous head to a cured body
>> sketched on the wall by God. Though shivered, tight
>> and hellish frightened, I sleep well at night,
>> don't know Inferno dreams. A nightcap toddy
>> battens me down. Don't give me second sight.
>>
>>
>> [revision of some stuff previously posted as "Retired":
>> <http://groups.google.com/group/rec.arts.poems/msg/c3d7fca2cfe63df5>]
>>
>
> Heh. Good, uniform voice, knows what it wants to say.
> "Creosote cat"??
Dark brown, sticky and smelly?
> "...cancered..."
One of those makeshift words or phrases, like "Attic" (which might be
Lemnian, Coan or Chian next time, but certainly not Hippocrene,
whatever that is) or "cautious critics", which is the clatteringiest
phrase I've written for a long time.
> Is the writer being Holier Than the speaker, here?
In fact, the writer is thinking of getting roaring drunk and making a
soundfile.
> It must not be
> an accident. Renders the style somewhat abrasive of its subject, but
> that works if the speaker is to be Holier Than it (than his own history).
> "Battens me down" sticks out from the previous (it's strictly a
> nauticalism)
Yes, it's a fossil from the previous draft. It might work if "down the
hatch" were used instead of "hits the spot".
> and doesn't produce the final wish/demand.
I don't like any of that last line much. What might seem mysterious
was really the search for a rhyme.
> It might,
> out of an earlier reference(s) to weather, but the milieu is
> Dantesque. Would Ulysses' milieu work here? Speaker's already literate.
Thanks for commenting.
PJR :-)
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Peter J Ross
wrote in rec.arts.poems:
>
>
> Peter J Ross wrote:
>> The Artist Formerly Known
>> -------------------------
>>
>> A single bottle doesn't hit the spot.
>> A day's recourse is two or three these days.
>> Pour me another glass; look how it plays,
>> the midyear sunset with the noble rot,
>> the Attic palette... This is what I've got:
>> a wife, a creosote cat, old muttered praise
>> from cautious critics. Somewhere in the haze
>> I know there's meaning, but I don't know what.
>>
>> More warming of the western sunshine might
>> attach my cancerous head to a cured body
>> sketched on the wall by God. Though shivered, tight
>> and hellish frightened, I sleep well at night,
>> don't know Inferno dreams. A nightcap toddy
>> battens me down. Don't give me second sight.
>
>
> Hi Peter. Good to see this piece which speaks to me. Not because of the
> allusion to alcoholism or the profession, but because it well describes a
> special way of being-and-not-being-in-the-world: "I know there's meaning,
> but I don't know what".
That might make a decent last line. Where it stands, it doesn't have
the effect I think the last line of an octet in a sonnet should have,
of looking both backwards and forwards.
> In the end, the reader-me may think: If at least
> the speaker could have a proper nightmare to make him feel alive.
>
> Please don't expect any helpful comment on form or technique from me -
> you're so far more a skilled craftsman than I'll ever be.
No, this is somewhat b0rked here and there, but I hope not as b0rked
as the previous draft, which festered unchanged in the silicon
equivalent of a bottom drawer for three years.
> The only nits
> that I found are in L2 and L5, the repetition of "day", and the dots after
> palette.
I chortled over how clever the "day/days" stuff was, but I see your
point. The dots are an ellipsis: the list is incomplecte, but it
probably needs to be a more climactic list.
> Thanks for posting, and sorry that my comment certainly won't meet your need
> for a "harsh critique" :)
We've exchanged one fluffy comment each, and mine on yours was Wowier
than yours on mine. ;-)
Peter J Ross
wrote in rec.arts.poems:
>
> Peter J Ross wrote:
>> The Artist Formerly Known
>> -------------------------
>>
>> A single bottle doesn't hit the spot.
>> A day's recourse is two or three these days.
>> Pour me another glass; look how it plays,
>
>> the midyear sunset with the noble rot,
>
> had to google "noble rot" to find out that this is an "ok" fungus, as
> opposed to a "grey rot".
Botrytis turns wine the colour of sunshine. That's all it's there fore
- and the rhyme, of course.
> Why "midyear sunset"? Is it opposed to a september sunset?
> So far I'm
> loving the sounds.
And "midyear sunset" is there mostly because it sounds good and makes
a kind of sense. It's possible that the light would also be better for
painting than in eptember or January, but I haven't done any research
and haven't tried to paint since I was about twelve.
> Things seem not so great for the N, but not quite
> hopeless either. They could go either way.
>
>> the Attic palette... This is what I've got:
>
> Why Attic? And in what sense? The dialect or "purity, simplicity, and
> elegant wit" (everyone's favorite: Dictionary.com.) The title seems to
> suggest the second meaning...
A place that produces both wine and painters. The other associations
are what I definitely don't want.
>> a wife, a creosote cat, old muttered praise
>> from cautious critics. Somewhere in the haze
>> I know there's meaning, but I don't know what.
>
> I like this last line.
>>
>> More warming of the western sunshine might
>> attach my cancerous head to a cured body
>> sketched on the wall by God. Though shivered, tight
>
> I keep thinking raisin, a sweeter wine, here, rather than the grey rot.
Sauternes is sweet. So are the best German wines, such as
Oberkurstschnellliebfraugruppenfuhrerheiligblutholstein, which I'm
sure you've tasted.
> Apart from thinking of the image of a raisin, I really like these three
> lines.
>
>> and hellish frightened, I sleep well at night,
>> don't know Inferno dreams. A nightcap toddy
>> battens me down. Don't give me second sight.
>
> Back to the alcohol in the beginning. This N almost seems not to want
> to know what meaning is inside of the haze, or is drinking away the
> demons rather than dealing with them. I might be reading my own meaning
> into the poem, though.
No, you're right. The problem is that what the narrator want to avoid
thinking about was clear in the earlier draft (death by brain tumour),
but has been sanitised in this draft.
> In terms of words and sonics, this is much better than "Retired" . Ack!
> Don't ask me about scansion.
>
> There is a "you" in the other version that has Boschian dreams. The
> "you" is edited out?
Yes, but he's still got his cat. :-)
> The "you" of previous seemed to have these nightmares.
And Bosch fits better than Dante. Oh well. I'll find the right obscure
reference eventually.
Thanks for commenting. I hope you won't mind if I save your other
comments for tomorrow or the day after.
Leonardo da Jinn
Peter J Ross wrote:
> Thanks for commenting, I love you Dennis.
Thanks for admitting you have a gay love for Dennis.
Peter J Ross
wrote in rec.arts.poems:
> Dennis M. Hammes wrote:
Damn. Now my charms are all o'erthrown.
Diana
Peter J Ross wrote:
> On 30 Jan 2006 00:04:41 -0800, Diana <Diana_of...@excite.com>
> wrote in rec.arts.poems:
>
> >
> > Peter J Ross wrote:
> >> The Artist Formerly Known
> >> -------------------------
> >>
> >> A single bottle doesn't hit the spot.
> >> A day's recourse is two or three these days.
> >> Pour me another glass; look how it plays,
> >
> >> the midyear sunset with the noble rot,
> >
> > had to google "noble rot" to find out that this is an "ok" fungus, as
> > opposed to a "grey rot".
>
> Botrytis turns wine the colour of sunshine. That's all it's there fore
> - and the rhyme, of course.
Gotcha. The "sunshine look" is what I first imagined. "Plays" creates
the effect. Thank you for telling me about botrytis. I suppose I'm a
sucker for how nature effects nature. (I'd never heard of it before.) I
also thought "midyear sunset" might let the reader know about the time
of day and time of year. It creates a sort of setting that you can
picture, even if unintentional.
I had thought that the idea of "noble rot" vs. a sort of "grey rot"
was used throughout your poem. It was probably because I was thinking
of the contrasting ideas of wellness and sickness.
> > Why "midyear sunset"? Is it opposed to a september sunset?
> > So far I'm
> > loving the sounds.
>
> And "midyear sunset" is there mostly because it sounds good and makes
> a kind of sense. It's possible that the light would also be better for
> painting than in eptember or January, but I haven't done any research
> and haven't tried to paint since I was about twelve.
>From what I can picture in my head of the beginning of summer, I agree.
Sunset is not too early, nor too late at this time of year. (you don't
have daylight savings time do you? I love DST. More light at night!)
I can see how this might look. As far as painting at that time, I'm
unsure. I have no idea what sort of light is ideal for a painter.
Next-to-nil light excluded, of course.
At least you've painted. I've got these paints and an easel that have
been waiting for me
for years. Sometimes I look over at the shelf where I've set them
aside. I know the paints and easel can't talk, but the blanket of dust
gets to me. Guilts me.
>
> > Things seem not so great for the N, but not quite
> > hopeless either. They could go either way.
> >
> >> the Attic palette... This is what I've got:
> >
> > Why Attic? And in what sense? The dialect or "purity, simplicity, and
> > elegant wit" (everyone's favorite: Dictionary.com.) The title seems to
> > suggest the second meaning...
>
> A place that produces both wine and painters. The other associations
> are what I definitely don't want.
Ok. I understand why the word/place is exchangeable now.
>
<a small snip>
> >
> > I keep thinking raisin, a sweeter wine, here, rather than the grey rot.
>
> Sauternes is sweet. So are the best German wines, such as
> Oberkurstschnellliebfraugruppenfuhrerheiligblutholstein, which I'm
> sure you've tasted.
Oberkurstschnellliebfraugruppenfuhrerheiligblutholstein? But of course!
<g> A bitch to say, but it sure goes down easy! We drink it around
here when the apples have nearly finished falling from the trees, and
the hay has been baled for the final time. Septemberish. It's sweet,
but slightly bitter, like certain kinds of beer.
>
> > Apart from thinking of the image of a raisin, I really like these three
> > lines.
> >
> >> and hellish frightened, I sleep well at night,
> >> don't know Inferno dreams. A nightcap toddy
> >> battens me down. Don't give me second sight.
> >
> > Back to the alcohol in the beginning. This N almost seems not to want
> > to know what meaning is inside of the haze, or is drinking away the
> > demons rather than dealing with them. I might be reading my own meaning
> > into the poem, though.
>
> No, you're right. The problem is that what the narrator want to avoid
> thinking about was clear in the earlier draft (death by brain tumour),
> but has been sanitised in this draft.
Ok. I think the sanitization was a good decision. Otherwise, and this
is just mho, too much might be going on. Esp. with titles like
"Retired" and "Artist Formerly Known As", and the introspection that
doesn't live up to thoughts on the impact of a tumor. Please take my
words with a grain of salt.
>
> > In terms of words and sonics, this is much better than "Retired" . Ack!
> > Don't ask me about scansion.
> >
> > There is a "you" in the other version that has Boschian dreams. The
> > "you" is edited out?
>
> Yes, but he's still got his cat. :-)
Good. He needs his cat. His creosote cat!
>
> > The "you" of previous seemed to have these nightmares.
>
> And Bosch fits better than Dante. Oh well. I'll find the right obscure
> reference eventually.
I think I agree with you here.
>
> Thanks for commenting. I hope you won't mind if I save your other
> comments for tomorrow or the day after.
Don't mind at all.
Twinkie Jinn
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What a pack of idiots.
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> Thanks for commenting.
FOAD, thief.
Twinkie Jinn
"Peter J Ross" <p...@kookbusters.org> wrote in message news:slrndtvtv...@nntp.petitmorte.net...
>> My hubby just identified the title as TAFKAP (The Artist Formerly Known As
>> Prince).
>
> Damn.
Stop cursing, idiotfuckbrain.
This is a family website.
Dennis M. Hammes
Of course, but the world has to be in an awfuller state than the
speaker before a cat would let itself get that way.
Actually, if not clearly, I liked it, but in a doomier pome.
>
>
>> "...cancered..."
>
>
> One of those makeshift words or phrases, like "Attic" (which might be
> Lemnian, Coan or Chian next time, but certainly not Hippocrene,
> whatever that is) or "cautious critics", which is the clatteringiest
> phrase I've written for a long time.
I'd meant, rather than "cancerous."
IIRC, that blush of the pure Hippocrene is the mountain
(Parnassian?) stream from which the Muses drank.
>
>
>> Is the writer being Holier Than the speaker, here?
>
>
> In fact, the writer is thinking of getting roaring drunk and making a
> soundfile.
Heh. It shows as is. Not clearly, but actually.
>
>
>>It must not be
>>an accident. Renders the style somewhat abrasive of its subject, but
>>that works if the speaker is to be Holier Than it (than his own history).
>> "Battens me down" sticks out from the previous (it's strictly a
>>nauticalism)
>
>
> Yes, it's a fossil from the previous draft. It might work if "down the
> hatch" were used instead of "hits the spot".
I do think you'd hafta remove the scene from the Inferno to avoid
drying out the roaring drunk. Odyssean mead, by contrast...
>
>
>>and doesn't produce the final wish/demand.
>
>
> I don't like any of that last line much. What might seem mysterious
> was really the search for a rhyme.
Usually is. But "don't give me second sight" is a remarkable
conclusion to a fairly remarkable question (the whole piece, hunting
as it does). It just doesn't leap from a battened hatch or toddy.
Mulled, maybe.
>
>
>>It might,
>>out of an earlier reference(s) to weather, but the milieu is
>>Dantesque. Would Ulysses' milieu work here? Speaker's already literate.
>
>
> Thanks for commenting.
>
>
> PJR :-)
--
Diana
> Oberkurstschnellliebfraugruppenfuhrerheiligblutholstein, which I'm
> sure you've tasted.
Oberkurstschnellliebfraugruppenfuhrerheiligblutholstein? But of course!
<g> A bitch to say, but it sure goes down easy! We drink it around
here when the apples have nearly finished falling from the trees, and
the hay has been baled for the final time. Septemberish. It's sweet,
but slightly bitter, like certain kinds of beer.
Ok. I made that up. ;) The particular German wine you mention is quite
rare, I believe.
Dennis M. Hammes
> "Peter J Ross" <p...@kookbusters.org> wrote in message news:slrndtvmf...@nntp.petitmorte.net...
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>>Thanks for commenting.
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> FOAD, thief.
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There was an old Bishop of Thoadfief...
Naaah, just sounds like a Good Old English Place Name, which would
make it so Traditionally Limerick I could just shit.