Because you're being unreasonable. We'd still BE on topic if you hadn't come around and complained about nothing. thanks for that.
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- HL Mencken
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I went ahead and moved it. Not because I wanted too, but because I'd rather see this PRODUCTIVE CONVERSATION ABOUT POETRY continue, rather than get locked because of an arbitrary rule.
Sing lustily and with a good courage. Beware of singing as if you were half dead, or half asleep; but lift up your voice with strength.
Most of the lines sound like they could have come straight out of Gunnery Sergeant Hartman's (see: Full Metal Jacket), or any other DI for that matter's mouth. The point, however, is unclear.
"He who takes a life...it is as if he has destroyed an entire world....but he who saves one life, it is as if he has saved the world entire" Talmud Sanhedrin 4:5
!Hasta la victoria siempre! (Always, until Victory!)
-Ernesto "Che" Guevarra
I would rather have seen it get locked - but I only started the thread- who am I complain right?
I FELT like writing it, that's why.
For centuries, theologians have been explaining the unknowable in terms of the-not-worth-knowing.
- HL Mencken
Lie together like butt.
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Welcome to GEarth.
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the urge to paint something constitues art, and i dont see a difference.
For centuries, theologians have been explaining the unknowable in terms of the-not-worth-knowing.
- HL Mencken
Lie together like butt.
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Welcome to GEarth.
~Baske in the randomness~
You're intellectualizing again, you can't do that with art. if art isn't the urge, and it CERTAINLY isn't sitting down and thinking about it, then we've exausted our options, art doesn't exist.
For centuries, theologians have been explaining the unknowable in terms of the-not-worth-knowing.
- HL Mencken
Lie together like butt.
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Welcome to GEarth.
~Baske in the randomness~
If you couldn't get that out of what I said, then your not as smart as you would have us believe.
For centuries, theologians have been explaining the unknowable in terms of the-not-worth-knowing.
- HL Mencken
Lie together like butt.
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Welcome to GEarth.
~Baske in the randomness~
That was a conjecture based on what you said. Your argument leads irreverably to that point.
For centuries, theologians have been explaining the unknowable in terms of the-not-worth-knowing.
- HL Mencken
Lie together like butt.
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Welcome to GEarth.
~Baske in the randomness~
I disagree with that conclusion on many levels, but, firstly, let's look at the number of errors your response has:
A) You're not refuting my argument. In fact, you're agreeing with it.
B) You still haven't shown how it leads to that point. I'm quite interested.
C) Art not existing is somewhat of a 'duh', but that's a very rudimentary statement. Trees don't exist until we link them in with an entire network of 'Other' experience. Art must define itself through the Other; it is not a self-sustaining process. Nevertheless, the 'tree' exists...
I think a lot of bugs have crawled up a lot of asses and died. I feel sorry for them. Qi, I think you should write a poem about that.
I got to wondering if this would be more poetic if it were more organized... perhaps the irony of a metered rant would work. But then, what I like is the non-sequiturs (sp) that are connected by diction rather than content and form. I think this is one of those poems that could go a lot of directions.
