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by Wulie

Published January 3, 2005

Nothing

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Cade
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Cade commented Comment · Apr 22, 2008

*locked*

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CK Lynn
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CK Lynn commented Comment · Apr 22, 2008

Um, was there something posted here?

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Chevy
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Chevy commented Comment · Jan 4, 2005

Go, Brad! :lol:

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Incandescence
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Incandescence commented Comment · Jan 3, 2005

Wulie

Just 'cos I don't like your poetry doesn't mean it's not worth presenting. God knows I don't like my own poetry. Put your poem back up. My point was that this has been done so many times it's hard to be original, and you didn't pull it off. So what? It certainly isn't the end of the world. And by the way, I'm always like this.

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Firestarter
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Firestarter commented Comment · Jan 3, 2005

Wulie, please put your poem back up. Incandescense did not want you to remove it from the site. He was just putting, in a not particularly nice way, that the subject of the poem has been done a lot.

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Wulie
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Wulie commented Comment · Jan 3, 2005

may I just say you are very welcome to your veiw and I do appreicate it but you can be very, very disheartening with your words. I do try my best though you may not like what I write.

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Wulie
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Wulie commented Comment · Jan 3, 2005

ok.

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Incandescence
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Incandescence wrote a review Review · Jan 3, 2005

This was as blunt as the day is long. Enough with the suicidal poems and poems about death and hurt. If you've written a poem about suicide for every person who you know who's committed suicide, a poem for every person whose ever hurt you, you're hanging out with the wrong people. These poems aren't very realistic, either. There is no reasonable sense of panic from the characters, and to be honest, all of your characters are lifeless. They're not really killing themselves. Had you actually attempted suicide with a knife you would know that the greatest feeling you get out of it is a feeling of remorse as you watch blood cascade to the tiles and how in an all out fury you would try to stop it before it were too late. Many times, however, we write about things we've not truly experienced. Which is fine, but I think you need to shift your view for a while. Seriously, you're beating a dead horse here.



How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
— David Foster Wallace