you_have_got_to_be_kidding_me kss you know, it seems the more stupid contrived cliche poetry you guys write, the more people will come to blather and see it and say "oh, cool, a place to write stupid, contrived poems". maybe that's okay. whatever turns your propeller, kids. 030630 ... The Spork Hey, maybe they're all just looking for that Inner Piece, 'Supes. 030630 ... kss hey, don't get me wrong. I like rainbows and sunsets and running through the dewy grass as much as the next guy. 030630 ... The Spork Perhaps, I just had this crazy notion from the vibe you give off sometimes when you pop up that you might do something nutty like popping off about how much you hate everybody. Can't imagine why, though. Me and my wild imagination, I guess. 030701 ... kss oh, that. uh ... that was just an experiment? 030701 ... Ambience It very much interests me that you can call poetry, an expression of ones creativity - a cliche. Last time I checked, blather was a place where people were free to write as they please. If you dont like poetry, or anything for that matter thats posted on this site, dont read it. Simple as that. 030701 ... sixteen I don't know. I thought what kss said was pretty clever, if you compare it to some of the poetry on here. including mine. poetry...expression... CAN be cliche. Eeeeeeasily. 030701 ... . as expression of ones creativity- EXACTLY. try expressing youra, ambience, because your poems are less creative than hallmark cards. 030701 ... karl the weed lol. kss is right, somewhat. 030701 ... Ambience Sorry, I didnt know creativity had standards. I write what I write, it comes from inside me. I also didnt know Blather had standards, or else I would have never even started posting here. 030701 ... x You don't get it. What everyone is trying to tell you, is not that your creativity isn't good enough. What they (and I) are saying, is that damned if we can see your creativity. Your poems are trite. Sorry, kid. 030701 ... The Spork Ambience, ignore 'em. I'll admit to not being terribly enthused with ANYBODY'S poetry around here more often than not. Hell, the only thing I come here to do is to spew venom, the occasional political commentary and to be blather's resident cranky old bastard where it looks like it might be the fun thing to do, but for some reason, I also like sticking up for people who look to me like they are being picked on (whether or not I actually like them) says "come get some" 030701 ... blatherkid ummmmm...like this is a fucking masterpiece: swimming_in_circles 030701 ... Ambience I honestly dont care what anyone in specific thinks of what I have to say, I wasnt trying to defend only myself in this situation. Therefore my writing shouldnt be personally attacked. I just find it confusing how people can be so critical of others on an open forum. (Im not referring to me) Its free space to say as you please, and all I seem to read is critisizm of how blather is being 'ruined'. Maybe I havent been around long enough to understand, I just dont see how a gigantic site full of hundreds of individuals expressing themselves can be bad, or ruined. 030701 ... blatherkid That's the point exactly. Anyone can write whatever they want, use punctuation, don't. Put things in [] or () or up their own ass or someone else's. It really just doesn't matter. And anyone who thinks that it does should just fuck off. The only people that make me nervous are the ones who mess with the code, but they seem to be responsible enough. And entertaining. So keep blathering whatever you want ambience, and to hell with the critics. 030701 ... kss yeah, I suppose that poem would be better if I threw in some unicorns or a rainbow or a sunset or something. thanks for clearing that up. 030702 ... Ambience Im sorry but that is completely rediculous and not to mention stereotypical. Theres nothing in anything I write that would suggest that. The one I assume your referring to, silent_cries, isnt even about being happy. Let me guess, is it because it rhymes? And happens to have a rhythm? So everything everyone ever wrote that rhymed should include stereotypical factors of happiness? I dont know I guess I was just naive enough to think the majority of people on this site were like me. I come here to read what people feel inside, no matter what format it is in. So what if I rewrote it without any rhymes, then it wouldnt look so pretty with unicorns? 030702 ... The Spork Hey, Ambience, ironically enough you can just chalk this round of criticism, to a bad case of the_unabashed_meanness_of_dweebs Heheheh. There's enough irony in this situation to cure all the anemia in the world. I shit you not. 030702 ... Ambience As I dance among the treetops, the wind, it whispers of: angel wings and fairy dust and the song of the dove. And as Im laughing to myself, in all my dreams of bliss, the rain, it tickles softly, like an endless love's first kiss. Now Ive lived up to your stereotype. 030702 ... Ambience Oh and by the way, I guess its also ironic that I'm not being mean, Im standing up for something I believe. 030702 ... Ambience nevermind, I think I just completely misunderstood what you were trying to say. Sorry. =) 030702 ... The Spork I was addressing kss, because I think this equates to what he called, in another blathe (and I could be paraphrasing here so I will forgo the quotation marks) - lighting a bag of dogshit and leaving it at one's own doorstep. By the way, the pitbull allusion was a nice bit of flattery, kss, but no go. I'm one thouroughly implacable SOB when I'm on a tear. You can just ask Dafremen about that. 030702 ... sixteen I just wanted to say on this lovely page that i simply adore kss, daxle, and The Spork. Not BECAUSE of this page. Just wanted to point that out in an inappropriate place. 030702 ... . you_have_got_to_be_kidding_me 030702 ... kss Well, if I lit a bag of dogshit, it’s only because I stated an opinion that some are going to take personally, and these sort of debates can get messy. That dogshit might be on my own doorstep, but maybe not. Sure, I can pen some stupid poetry, but was I really trying to say stupid poetry has no place on blather? I might have implied that I wouldn’t enjoy that, but did I suggest it should be stopped? I think not. I may not be into rainbows and unicorns, but I'm not a fascist. All I said was that I personally found the much of the recent posting to be contrived and cliche. I took this a step further to speculate that it could be a cycle. Others might see that example, and flock to blather, saying “at last, a haven where we might flaunt our airy verse, free from persecution”. Did I stomp on flaming dogshit poetry, and say “Nien, schnüffeln sie nicht blumen in diesem platz?“ I did no such thing. I merely voiced an opinion. I believe that for each person that comes to blather looking for unconditional love, there should be another that comes looking to offer a critical eye and maybe poke people with a sharpened stick. At no point did I claim my poetry was something better than anything else here, or I should be free of criticism. On the contrary; perhaps criticism might help me. Maybe the poemy things I have written are cliché and trite as well, and someone should point it out. Come to me and say “your kung-fu is no good” so I can process what might need changing, and train harder. Critical roasting might open a whole new door for me, where I study and think and apprentice under the masters. Then, with a slash of my pen, I will crank out delicate passages of astounding genius, and beat the snot out of those poetry bullies, and I will get the girl, and go on to make a sequel. Without challenge I lie complacent, and thus grow fat and weak, lurking in the bushes at the grade school just up the street from the liquor store. Also, thoughts were not pointed at any one person. I did not intended to make any single person say "oh, dear, I don't meet the standard of the respected sage kingsuperspecial." gimmie a break. I made an observation that there was an abundance of stupid poetry these days. If you take that personally, that’s too bad for you. I certainly didn't say stupid poetry was not allowed, or something like that. I’m just observing a trend. In spirit of blather_is_blather, feel free to curse me, whine about how I'm a hypocrite, or jump on in and defend yourself. Or, you could knee before my might, thank me for being something other than an ass kisser that give praise for things not worthy, and carry me around on your shoulders like a hero. I really don't care what you do. I had something to say, and I said it. And I’ll do it again. Feel free to ignore anything I write. There are many (many many many) of you who I never read more than one or two words from before you bore the shit out of me and I go back to the list and try again. With the exception of Daf. I read everything he writes, because it’s all so poignant and engaging. Ambience - keep doing what you do. I’m sure it’s real for you, and your getting something out of it. But don’t post something publicly in what is a fairly discussion oriented place and expect nothing but praise. Blather often takes the form of discussion, and it often take the form of criticism. Thus is human nature. If you were not prepared for that, maybe you should have held off on posting until you fully understood what you were getting into. Just as you are free to speak, we are all free to speak in response. You can choose to react or ignore. If your reaction is "no way, you're wrong" than so be it, and I respect that. However, don’t think you should get some exemption for criticism just because your writing “comes from inside”. Spork - Do you think I would dare hope that the most beautifulist, kindest, smartest blatherskite to ever stomp on a flaming bag of shit might leave me alone, just because I complemented you by saying "i'll name my dog after you"? How could one dare hope to cause the mighty spork to loose a scent, especially with the sweet taste of irony so easily within grasp? If I’m your chew toy of desire, let me have it, salvia and all. 030702 ... kss holy shit, that was a long post, and I just realized, maybe I'm becoming Dafremen! damn, that sucks. sorry blather, that's the last thing we need. 030702 ... kss and now I'm compulsively posting over and over. fark! now I'm turning into splash of orange! 030702 ... kss that should be splash_of_orange 030702 ... kss eep! 030702 ... The Spork On second thought, I'll pass on the pitbull metaphor, now that i think about it. After all, I have no earthly idea where you've been. 030702 ... Dafremen Actually you're only so close (holds up yard stick) to there do0d. Basically, you've got the spiel down, but the mechanics of your timing are a fraggle hair off which could expose you to moderate, but not unbearable ass blastage. Besides, "the spiel" has and always will change without notice. Good luck recycling material from old versions of the character. ("The experiment" is a one-time use plot twist which I've already taken the liberty of using.) You'll have to keep in step and keep up, old friend. Be fluid, flexible's too rigid. Blather needs you. 030702 ... silentbob i stopped reading this half way through, so i dont know if the topic changed but my two cents is, i pretty much ignore everything on blather. So i'd rather be ignoring trite poetry, than be ignoring inane conversations and retarded comments. i would be less annoyed if i knew there was only trite poetry to ignore. 030702 ... spoons oh my god kss you are so full of shit. I generally mind my own business and go about my own thing. Im definately more of an active reader than blather but seriously why does any of this matter? Youre just needlessly taking up space and I think youre witty so theres probably something a lot more productive you could be doing... If youre just criticizing and expecting critisism back then why are you so freaking defensive? Yeah you may have started off with stating your opinion but then you directly attacked ambience and denied it. A place for discussions? discussions used to be shunned as much as this "cliche poetry" I feel your argument started out all right and maybe blather is full of sunshine and daisy poems as well as god I hate everything that fucking breathes poems... but come on theres a time to stop... seriously... 030702 ... Dafremen This seems like the perfect opportunity to mention that some trite poetry kicks ass. Specially if I'm reciting it. Or a macaw. (yea yea...same difference...wherez the f*cking cracker?) 030702 ... Ambience Well KSS - I never said anything about expecting praise. I write what I write on here, to write it. I am NOT defending myself, Im defending a topic that I believe. I never said anything about how I should be 'free from critisizm' in any way, Im not that naive. "Blather often takes the form of discussion", and thats what Im doing. If you can express the way you feel about poetry, so can I. So either you can accept that and continue to discuss it, or you can take what Ive said and twist it around into me saying no one should critisize me. 030703 ... Bizzar Just thought I'd add something. Criticism can be a good thing when its done properly. There is a blatant difference between criticizing someone, and being just plain rude. blessed_be_the_lie 030703 ... Bizzar I'd like to add something else, just because I have a bad habbit of thinking of something to say after I already posted. I can completely understand where kss is coming from, poetry of a certain, formation if you will, (one I happen to take on quite often) can seem cliche, because it all sounds sort of alike. But just because something someone writes is in a certain stance, doesn't make it any less beautiful, or any less creative. 030703 ... sixteen maybe it's still valid, but its also less enjoyable. thats all. before anyone attacks me, I'd like to point out that I'm not excluding myself from the business of having posted of "crappy poetry"... 030703 ... no reason me neither. and i thought, "what better time to post poetry than when all this criticism's going around?" so i did. good old masochistic tendencies. 030703 ... kss hmm. so you don't mind being criticized, but don't want to be attacked? that seems fair, except then it comes down to what you feel is an attack. explain to me how I "directly attacked" you, I'm really curioius. As I see it, I might have mocked you, and I suppose that could feel like an attack. So I apologize for mocking you. I didn't mean it in a rotten way. It was more of a way to amuse myself and at the same time offer criticism by creating a parody of your style. I can't say I won't do it anymore, but I will say I'm sorry if you didn't take it well. I can see how one might think I'm a hypocrite, which is too bad, but I can live with that. I know where I feel the difference lies. I was defensive because I felt misunderstood, but since there's only a limited amount of space avaiable here on blather, and I seem to be wasting it. Oh, and I'm full of shit. Yet more reason to just let everyone think I'm an hyporcite and an ass and not bother trying to explain. silentbob is one smart cookie. I can ignore, and I usually do. Recently it occured to me that the more I ignore what I find boring, the more there is no point in blather existing for me. The problem is that I like blather. Since I have a voice, and saying something might change things, I figured why not use it. 030703 ... angry mob that's all fine, but you're still an asshole. 030703 ... x I'd like to say to Bizzar's "But just because something someone writes is in a certain stance, doesn't make it any less beautiful, or any less creative." That's an opinion. Not a fact. Beauty is in the eye of the beerholder. 030703 ... blanket statement all beauty is opinion 030703 ... no reason not mine. my beauty is so blatant that it's a fact. heh heh heh. 030703 ... Innocent Bystander Are_You_In_or_Out 030703 ... The Spork Well, kss, blather doesn't just exist for you and if you are that disillusioned with it, you can always do as others have done and leave it. Here's a novel suggestion, Instead of inviting the inevitable round of counterattacks, arguments and counter-argumentsspawned by your commentary, contribute something of whatever subjective value you can, if you're so worried about it. It was that urge to play critic that has just spawned more space-wasting than before and it is still pretty arrogant of you to assign yourself some kind of role as the arbiter of what passes for good or bad art around here. Opinions do not exist in a vacuum. What you say will, whether you Like It Or Not, have repercussions in some form or other. A single drop of gasoline can pollute a million gallons of water and thse blathes that eat up blather's finite space are a perfect example 030703 ... x you've missed every point. you, spork, are the one who wants to keep dragging things on. your last statement was such a stab in the dark. 030703 ... The Spork No, Ma'am. I was quite content to let this lie until I saw that remark about eating up the finite blather-space. So your argument about my liking to drag things out doesn't hold a lot of water, there, and considering how much of the gasoline you've been pouring on these little fires lately with your seemingly incessant need to take pot-shots at people who would otherwise never have said anything to you, I really don't think you've got much of a leg to stand on with that argument. It's like i said to Daffy when he was the one rattling people's cages for his own amusement, his "Experiment": If you decide to randomly slap people in the face, don't be surprised if a few of them don't rear back and take a shot of their own, and if you don't think you've gone and started shit with or baited at least a few people with your antics, little x, then you really do live in a world all your own. 030703 ... x there you go again. i didn't say a damned thing about what i do or don't do, and here you are trying to argue with me like i said something that i never did. 030703 ... DannyH When you post poetry on here you don't do it in order to write, you do it in order to PUBLISH. If it's just for your own amusement keep it on paper or on your hard drive. You put your shit out here to communicate, to see if it touches someone, to see if its any good or not. We love the fact that we can post here and slink away to a different alias to lick our wounds if people hate what what we do (or in some cases to feed off the fire that comes back.) but don't confuse that pseudo anonymity with any kind of right. There are no rights, priveliges or duties beyond those we choose for ourselves. If you don't like your communication two-way I advise blathering blindfold. 030703 ... jane well said dannyh 030703 ... The Spork x: you've missed every point. you, spork, are the one who wants to keep dragging things on. your last statement was such a stab in the dark. 030703 ... The Spork: ##snip for brevity## ... x: there you go again. i didn't say a damned thing about what i do or don't do, (you didn't have to, what you've been doing lately between shitting your pants with laughter and the issue of "a_sweet_girl" [among other such episodes]speaks loudly enough in itself as an indictment of how ironic it is for you to be coming after me about all of this) and here you are trying to argue with me like i said something that i never did. (so then you deny your previous remark?) 030703 ... The Spork I'm not saying i'm any better than you, I'm asking you how you're different from me? 030703 ... x which previous remark? 030703 ... blatherkid kss: "man, i'm not queer or nothin' but unicorns rock!!!" 030704 ... Aimee I didn't bother to read the whole thing of this... it was just too damn long and I started falling asleep. this has been said over and over and over, but blather is blather and it is what you make it... so someone thinks most of the poetry here is trite, so? That's their interpretation, the author's interpretation is that they're wonderful works of literary accomplishment. Hell I KNOW most of my poetry is trite, but I like to share it with anyone and everyone. I don't care who likes it or not cause I don't think my emotions should be understood or felt by everyone. No matter how much you sit here and bitch and moan about how people are insulting your "work", it's still going to happen. Yeah, there are days it bothers me, but most of the time i can sit and laugh at the comments. And yes, I have also been "guilty" of going after others as well... Hell there was a time there where I hated yummyc cause I thought she was an attention hungry little bitch, but now, I just don't care. She's got some good things to say, but what's the point in responding? You can't let things/people bother you here.. it's just not worth it... 030704 ... phil Aimee.. that's an excellent point. I love responding to your writing, I think it is very influential.backspace I think that you should get caught up in your own writing. I suprise myself. 030704 ... oldephebe God that was exhausting! I'm new here and haven't posted much but whew! We've certainly unfurled our rhetorical arsenals tonight. I'm not even going to try and respond point by point writer by writer or anything - but if this comes off maudlin ... we're all such sacred singularities, i mean personally i can be ponderous and pointless and trite and didactic and pretentious and maybe sometimes something connects - anything sincere will connect - i guess - and you know I am so irrevocably the center of my universe that sure sometimes criticisms stings but in your eyes be that immovable unshakable thing - god what the hell did that mean? okay so let's peel ourselves out of this paralaxis or at least i will and i look forward to reading posts by all of you 030705 ... paranoid martyr :D 030720 ... oldephebe Okay :_D_ notwithstanding and other blathes full of unconstructed incompetions oh wait those are my blathes i meant to say D nothwithstanding I enjoy most of what I read in blather - this is a saucy melange of ceasless marginlia sprinkled with some profundity, prescience, and some withering alacrity of obliterating evisceration - impecable logic, Raphaelite angels sharing the splendor of their souls, the prurient, the heretic the apostacies of desolation, the sanguinary, the maudlin, the oracular - etc. this consortium of crowded minds bleeding from their depths s a y e v e r y t h i n g o u t l o u d 030720 ... endless desire i don't even know if my poetry is cliche. i don't really care either, i guess. i am beginning to figure that every single thing i do is cliche anyways. you really can't say it isn't. even Friends has people running around with turkeys on their heads. anywho, this page is long and thoroughly exhausting. . .but i think it is more like arguing about whether or not a shirt is red orange or orange red--either way, it doesn't change a thing. 030720 ... me...* where? 030720 ... the cheer-up kid And for more bitching... how_much_bad_poetry 030724 ... Dafremen I just wanted to say that although I agree with DannyH's comments, I'm not one of the slinkers. (Stinker yes...slinker no.) My email address is now and always will be attached to my alias and my alias has remained the same for 23 years. I write here because it keeps my brain stimulated and gives my ADD a nice little outlet to play in without boundaries. That's it. Not because I want validation, approval or anything else. (Although I'd like to mention that I am accepting approval donations in the large bins marked for that purpose outside of your local Wal*Mart.) Other than that, and the fact that there has got to be at least one other person who writes here for the same reasons that I do (can I get a friggin witness?!), I agree with your summation in its entirety Danny old bean. 030724 ... Dafremen P.S. The cheer-up kid needs his own fan page. 030724 ... niska unicorns, rainbows... what the fuck for? i'm just going to barge in here, because i can. so, read it or ignore it; i don't make your choices for you. if you're into butterflies, misty mornings or delightful faeries and angels, or any of that... yay for you. if you're into cutting your arms up and swalling a shitload of pills, getting drunk, nearly passing into a coma and telling us all about it in a not-so-clever, nor coherent, set of words set to the throbbing beat of your heart as it's stopping, because some bitch/asshole tore it out and laughed at it while you lie bleeding through your eyes on the floor, and the world is blaming you it... yay for you! it's a hard-knock life, and it's your own fault anyway. no one gives a fuck, whether you put your emotional scars there, or whether the faeries did. no matter how many different ways we all explain our motives and intentions, it doesn't change the fact that we're all hypocrties, liars and assholes. pointing that out to a critic, especially a cynical one, isn't goign to solidify your case. we're humans, not some sort of eveolved beings that just pass by what we don't like and continue on minding our own business. no. we're all that nosy old woman who lives next door, just waiting to tell your parents you had a party in the back yard while they were out of town. she'll even embelish, to reduce your credibility - with claims such as, 'there were people passed out all over the house! there were drugs! there was SEX!' whatever. maybe, there was maybe there wasn't. the point is, what was she doing with her nose pressed up to the window? and since it was, how could she misconstrue things so badly, if she was in fact paying such close attention? nobody needs a reason to be here. quit pointing out intent - no one cares why you're here, no one needs an explanation, and you aren't required to offer one. Danny H.'s point, that we have a CHOICE whether we act as a martyr or a troll, is most certainly valid. because anything you feel as a result of someone's actions, is due to your own interpretation. in short: you cry because you want to. you whiners all need to stop taking anything anyone says personally, seriously, or intentionally. (hypocrisy - i know! crazy world, eh?) if this is going to turn into some type of message board, where we have to organize and categorize our messages to each other, (messages to each other wtf is that?) i'm going to post 'fuck you all' at least once a day. if you can't tell the difference between a rant i wish i had the guts to scream at my boss, or a mope about mold on the cheese in the fridge that cost six dollars and now i have to throw it out - are you really that let down? gee - sorry i dindn't leave room in the spare hours of MY day to validate anything any of you do, or ensure you could interpret my ramblings according to your individual preferences in opinion statements. conversely, it's sad that some of you are criticizing the lack of prolific prose from a bunch of losers on the internet. don't you know better by now? the majority of them will, and currently do suck balls. in fact, my advice is to just walk on my when you see a poem. save yourself the time. hell, any poem i've written is pablem, if it isn't someone else's lyrics to a song. and any one of you may be the next poe, but i won't notice and i don't give a shit about how you're feeling, because i'm not you. in a very real, bare and harsh way to say it - if one of you didn't return here ever again, due to 'circumstances unforseen', would it matter? maybe to some of you on the blankity-blank-blank chat roster, because then who's going to virtual hug YOU, when YOU need to cry about your bleeding heart, right? [whiner: oh smooches, i was like, soooooo used by him, and like, sooooo abused by him... lord WHY do I keep taking him back?, consoler: awww, we still love you, cuddles. *hugs*. don't worry, you have a family here at blather, where everyone dances in sunshine. also, you are such an amazing poet. you should start a fan club!"] fuck off... i know i'm being really condescending, but in someone else's words, i'm just 'observing a trend'. no one will miss you unless you're daf, because blather-metaphorically, ahe really IS the last unicorn. that's sad, but shit like that happens to better people every day. really. i'm surprised he hasn't just fucked off and started a blather with more 'integrity' by now... (whatever you want to think that means, is whatever you want to think that means...) i'm wrapped up in my shit, because none of you are tangible, so run wild, it affects no one but you. someone chose to communicate, so there's communication. regardless of the topic, it's pointless to argue (i'll reiterate: we are all hypocrites). what does any of this accomplish, anyway? so kss can prove he/she has the right to criticize? yeah - we know that. isn't that a lot like beating a dead horse? if that's a misunderstanding on my part, that's your fault, for not including a cheat sheet for us to decode your intent with. if it doesn't matter all that much, then why bother at all? so the insulted party can defend their reasons for writing something that doesn't jive with someone else's taste? which could be good or bad taste - i'll never know because once i realize this is a poem, i avert my eyes. i just have no faith in the poems here, what else can i say? it wouldn't change the fact that kss has a flavour, and your poems aren't it. because we're all people, we all have to defend our honor... why? for every thought you have, at least a million people in this infested world we live in are going to disagree. you are fighting a battle that nobody wins. a place like blather is an interesting experiment, though i'm curious what the hypothesis was at the time of its conception, because undoubtedly, this mirrors every situation where absolute freedom is owned by all, and no one takes responsibility for their actions. and why should anyone? responsibility squelches freedom... it think this entire argument can be summed up in 3 lines. 1) kss: the blather poems suck ass. 2) Ambience: who the fuck cares? 3) kss: touche because really people, that's what it all comes down to. who the fuck cares? no one. why should they? that would destroy all the magic of blather. what stands out (now remember, none of you have to agree because this is my OPINION here...) is kss's "gimmie a break... ...In spirit of blather_is_blather, feel free to curse me, whine about how I'm a hypocrite, or jump on in and defend yourself." and "whatever turns your propeller, kids." true true... and ambience's "If you can express the way you feel about poetry, so can I." leaves me thinking to myself.... what a wonderful world - here it comes, then. now why doesn't everyone share a fucking blather hug, and continue to write crappy poems, and/or criticize them with no real reference to a good blather poem to draw from as a comparison. or not. do wutcha like, kids. 030808 ... niska also - i am aware there are typos. so find something better to do than point that out. 030808 ... blather blah blah blah hi - I didn't read any of any of this but I just have to say :: something stupid :: hey everyone! hi! woo! oh, and by the way, I'm right! 030808 ... kss niska, that was amazing. now, in 9 million words or less, can you explain why my foot hurts? 030808 ... Teenage Jesus "My name is Mommy Baggers, and I farm over 4000 acres; I would like to know the panels attitude toward the viability of cereal production in the EEC." 030808 ... Dafremen I read the whole thing niska and found myself confused about two points: I'm not sure who you're berating at the beginning when you say: "no matter how many different ways we all explain our motives and intentions, it doesn't change the fact that we're all hypocrties, liars and assholes. pointing that out to a critic, especially a cynical one, isn't goign to solidify your case." Secondly I'm not sure what to make of: "no one will miss you unless you're daf, because blather-metaphorically, ahe really IS the last unicorn. that's sad, but shit like that happens to better people every day. really. i'm surprised he hasn't just fucked off and started a blather with more 'integrity' by now..." Since I don't want to THINK it means anything, but would rather have you tell me what YOU think it means, I'm asking. What did you mean(if anything)? 030808 ... the blather unicorn P.S. I'm the blather unicorn!! Can we chat about it and start me a new fan club? 030808 ... Teenage Jesus Seems pretty clear to me...a shit-slinger, slingin' shit against shit-slingin'. (Or maybe in support of it.) And I think also that the words to you Daf, were an ill-considered dig that implied that you would be expected to chime in and register what the writer of those words imagines as your self-perceived superiority. pffl I personally can't stand ANY poetry, so this is really a non-issue for me; except I really dig reading kss's observations; so I suppose I have poetry to thank for that. 030808 ... minnesota_chris No, read it again, Niska was saying you are amazing, Daf. That you blathe on a level far above us anklebiters. I agree with kss's original blathe, that there is plenty of crappy writing. But every so often I see a blathe which sears me, or sends a spring rain on my spirit, and that makes it more than worth the subscription price. Oh wait, you guys don't pay one? Wait a second. I wrote something on welcome_to_blather on how to blather. But who really wants writing advice anyways? 030808 ... oldephebe all of this anitpathy, all of this conjecture over what? Someones irascible ire? Why burden oneself with the reasons why? Why try and validate something so individualistic and esoteric as poetry, what can peirce that insularity anyway? I tend to agree with about half of what niska has to say (and who cares?) the other half is meaningless. Bee Bee's against a brick wall (yes I've used that remedial metaphore before but as I said my meager store house of metaphores is pretty much exhausted) And before you can hoist another dubious eyebrow - (the you is rhetorical) lo another aphorism! Man some of these reams of vexations and animadversions are just bleh! Man there is no over arching rubric - there is no arbiter of what is valid or acceptable - there is no point to all this panoply of babble save what ever the hell it mans to the writer who wrote it - it doesn't neccessarily have to extend beyond that - I could care less if someone doesn't get my eccentric and insular tangents - the rest is gravy! Gravy I say! Hey and you can defecate all over what I just wrote so f**king what!! And I don't think Niska was trying to be malicious or gouge a wound out f someones sensitive ego - I think she just needed to release some of the bile and venom that builds up in all of us - not condoning not condemning, and not just safely straddling the picket fence either. Just doing a little venting myself I guess - and guess what you don't even have to read this you can unleash the flatulant cannon and let those clouds of methane just obliterate every thing. Exacting astringency or fawning, sychophantic adoration - doesn't embue me with anything - I try to write from an egoless seat of being. One mans ambrosian is anothers equivalent of rotting swine intestines presided over by a formicating horde of maggots. So..Daf from what I've read of blather so far you appear to be the standard that some aspire to, there are other luminaries as well, but really something misstree said about the preminence of the self, of idiosycrasy over whatever virtues someone else may be endowed with. Sure you (and the you is rhetorical) can put up the peremptory hand and attempt to pimp slap someones first few fragile forays into this cacophanous cauldron. What does it generate? Ahhh I've left my piles of dung all over blather and most of the time no one picks at them so what? I've got a hankerin' for some pineapple and cottage cheese but not the generic kind, I wants the premium brand today, nothings to good for my ulcer later (slurp..mmm..slurp) 030808 ... Teenage Jesus I would read it again, but I forget which chapter that part was in. 030808 ... misstree Wasn't going to post, but i just had to share how entertained i was by all the jumping about and shouting and arm-waving, especially near the beginning... i saw a few people even get red in the face... and hearing people scream about how much they don't care? priceless. yes, there were good points made by a number of people, but i've heard every angle of this cowpie before, and that part truly pales next to the splendor of your collective anger. delicious. oh, and i personally don't believe daf is any more immune to lies and hypcrisy than the rest of us, i think he's just older than dirt and has had a chance to iron most of the wrinkles out of his brainsuit. that, and he appears to have a good handle on truly Not Caring about the opinions of others, which leaves one exceedingly free from mental strife. Don't feel bad that you haven't achieved it, and don't try to bs me and tell me you have... if you feel the need to tell me you have, you haven't. Breaking that training is one of the most difficult things in the world for any human being anywhere to do. Unless you're born a sociopath. I mean a real one. Chops up bodies and things because of the lack of concern of the opinoins of others. Chop up any bodies lately? No? Then quit whining that you don't care; at least get angry about not caring, because that's much more entertaining. Off to post a cliche or two before the weekend. Ta! 030808 ... oldephebe oh she's a wily wordsmith that misstree Okay I'll bite - your subjective strictures and apprehension of what you may or may not perceive as ire, or insecurity or peremptory begins and ends within the walls of that diachotmous bicameral mind - redoubtable as it may be - I suppose In my eyes (as I am sure in your eyes you are) I am that unshakable immovable thing, don't equate it with infallability - or the peremptory - or the the insecure compensations of an inadequate intellectual or rational arsenal - we all fling our dung here and there and some flies lay their larvae upon it and some don't - hey for all I know the previous post wasn't even hurled at me .. hmmm But I caught a whif and here I am. To set subjective and absolutist strictures upon potential and antipodal riposts to wait .. any kind of imperial injuctions seeking to frame the parameters of a whole legion of potential motivations and orientations, setting a reductionist or limit upon potential responses or acribing a motivation to me seems a little too subjective and disingenuous - we all tend toward chaos or clarity depending upon ones relative state or inculcation or ideological persuasion - like I said one man ambrosia is another man dead rodent rotting in the middle of the asphalt teeming with rapaciously formicating maggots or something like that. I dig what Daf shares or Niska or misstree or TJ or kss or the stork or user24 and many others - I think Daf has clearly distinguished himself as having a considerable breadth of knowledge and also the mental acuity to apply that vast store house of eclectic acquisition with exacting astringency or heart warming empathy and oracular insight at times - I think there are things I can learn from basically every one. I think that the matriarchal wisdom sometimes is superior to the bicameral male mind as well, the uterus is an unfailing arbiter, seer, messenger, a womans perceptual acoutrements exceed those of a male in certain contexts, this is a verity that has been established empirically, physiologically there are parts of a females brain that are active, those corresponding segments of the male brain are appreciably less active - but I also will not let someone else frame the argument for me or establish subjective parameters - and who knows maybe those neck spasms are making me just a tad touchy today.. hmm ..And how does the tangent on female physiology and her endowment of superior intuitive faculties connect to the rest of my point? You decide, I'm gonna see what I want to. I respect most of what you have to say misstree and yes perfect indiffrance is something I ultimately aspire to, but yeah this seething bag of flesh I walk around in is subject to a constellation of cares, hard-wired in the womb and shaped and gouged by those not fondly recalled formative years. Yeah - some of our responses are reflexive - sure I get that. But I wouldn't ever attempt to categorically enjoin anyone from contesting or clarifying and then attaching a pejorative and subjective label on that potential avenue of discourse. I am anti-absolutist. and sure you can wipe your **s with that sure. It doesn't have to mean anything to you or anyone else at least not in this cold and pristine arena of discourse. And I'm just generally speaking here - any attempt to conscript someone to a cause or ideological plank, to briskly usher one into any room in the house of Reason or Unreason through the imposition or clarity of some rubric or orthodoxy or catchechism, well to me its' a weak or inadequate or substitute subjective attempt to carve out an advantage from the rock of potential reflexive responses ..but then what cosmology of morality or integrity does the other subscribe to, and what you would consider an indirectly fraudulent basis of argumentation or stratagem may be glaringly incongruent with what mine are - so let's just stare across the chasm at one another - whatever .. I cannot believe I posted to this blathepage again. Oh I enjoyed you and TJ's discussion on the blathepage entitled subgenious - heavy or as you put eclectic stuff - but kind of intellectually invigorating as well be well everyone later 030808 ... misstree loves a horrorshow smashemup on the old b darlin' the only person that i mentioned by name was daf, and that was to shove him a bit so that some of the ego-inflation might actually miss him... but i'll trust him to deal with that. and i did that purposely--because i am genuinely entertained by seeing how many people's feathers goat all ruffled in here, some of the most infighting and snarling and preaching and opinionating that i've seen in a while, and i was genuinely entertained. if i offended anyone by enjoying their anger, well, do it, get angry again. i won't respect you any less, because i most definitely do *not* see myself as a flawless person, i think i've got a leg up on who i used to be but that's about it... still enough monsters to devour new york in this carvernous cranium, i just don't send them out to play with the neighbors unless they're housebroken. i stand by my entertainment at anger, i stand by that everyone cares about the opinoins of others (and we're talking beyond your mother and lover, here), i stand by being flawed like every other human being, and i stand by a telephone pole to wait for the bus. have a good weekend, droogs. 030808 ... oldephebe well I won't argue against the idiosyncratic authenticity of your argument - and argument and disagrement - not such a bad thing no need for any protracted contention (nor does any neccessarily exist) Argument and disagreement is only the begining of the process. I'd say to every one tear the skys down ablate the door to tyrannys cage - render it into splinters - some of us are so craven and cowed - argue! argue! argue! against it all and don't be emotionally beholden or threatened by anothers assertion of their being. I don't think I'm going to pursue this vein of inquiry any further - misstree you are an eloquent and assertive being - no apology needed for assertively making your point. The fact that you and I are essentially incongruent not unequal just disparate or antipodal w/r/t to this inconsequential mastabatory wordfest- I'm going to enjoy reading your insightful posts. You don't have to prosyletize or persuade, I'm too pig-headed anyway - Again be sovreign in your own eyes I wouldn't expect anything less. Your position does not negate my assertion or sovreignity - if more people looked at it that way then hey man less thrombosis, less coronaries be well 030808 ... DannyH Oh you know what...jsut fucking yay for us. You could print this one out and frame it. Oh, and by the way Daf...I'm the_cheer_up_kid. 030808 ... Dafremen Actually, I thank you all for your words and stuff, but I just wanted to know if I was really the blather unicorn, because let's face it, that would rock. Not having any womanizing instincts, I would easily be able to resist the siren song of the wicked virgins as I galloped through the moss covered forest. Man...ME the blather unicorn(you still got that fade to dream filter for the camera TJ?)..I can see it now...(fade to blather_unicorn daydreams)..(hold)..(hold)..(and fade back to reality)..yes I will be a light blue unicorn! A blather blue unicorn and my nemesis will be Silandra, Queen of the elves. She is a likeable but overly-ambitious sorceress who wants to make of my horn a magic wand that she might possess the powerful energy that it contains. She cannot catch me though, for I am fleet of foot and flowing of mane, I am clever and agile of thought, careful and sharp-eyed. I spend my days in the forest, pass my nights in the meadows, under the stars, fireflies and pixie lights until the sunrise spreads it's copper-colored blanket across the fields and I bid farewell to open spaces, returning to the relative safety of the forest. I turn for one last look, for one last chance until the morrow to feel mighty Sol's tender kiss upon my forelock. Then, with a toss of my mane, I turn and am gone, a dream faded into the scenery, a phantom wisp of cornflower whisked away on the earliest breezes of morn. Me! The blather unicorn...wow. Thanks. : ) 030808 ... niska there are no hidden meanings - what i say is exactly what i mean... daf writes: "I read the whole thing niska and found myself confused." what's confusing? you want to know who i'm berrating? everyone who has it coming. why are you constantly begging to be personally offended by so much? why does everything have to have MEANING? also, the last unicorn is a metaphor, daf. i said that already. don't you understand the metaphor of the unicorn? google it then. it's not good, it's not bad. it's not an attack or a priase of your character. it's no reason for people to applaude or berrate you - it's a circumstance. look at the title of this page. it's the perfect example of what bullshit blather is. but since it was like that when most of you came here, (i'd say, it was well on it's way when i arrived) this is how it continues. and it's not about who was here before who, who has contributed what, when and how. what i'm saying is you'll all be sorry when this place has turned into some kind of discussion group entirely, instead of being at least partially a place where we can just marvel in the interconnectedness of all things, or share words and how different things are significant to different people and how interesting that is. daf has remained from then to now, and when it's all just us newbies (ugh! i hate that word, but there's no other one to use here) an no one else, blather will neve be recovered. christ it's just like america: all these people come over all at once, change the way eveyone there was already doing things, and exploiting what was already there, then they can't even agree, so they divide and argue about what to do with what they abuse. yeah, you can all do what you want to do - i've said it before and i'll say again, you're all unique butterflies, or whatever, so express yourselves. but i get the impression a lot of you use 'expression' as an excuse to be irrational, unreasnable and just stupid, quite frankly. daf has a point when he mentions he has had the same sn for 23 years, though it's not the point he is trying to make. pay attention: do any of you even know what the world was like when the only way to access the 'internet' was through a series of DOS commands? how many of you watched the transformation, and were able to now type in www.com and came to a grey page with black text where you could actually chat with other people from around the world? WOW! not many, i'm sure. it doesn't mean he is superior - it just means he has reference to somethign you don't, so you don't even know what you're destroying, because you just barge through the gate, trapse all over the flowers and call it your right. well yeah, you can do that, but it doesn't mean it's your duty. hell, just have respect for each other. questioning people for why they wrote what they did is a waste of time, whether it's kss saying the poetry is bad, or a blather poet who would like to state they enjoy writing poems. who cares? that's the way it is then, right? so go and do your shit and leave each other, and their assumed intentions alone. critics don't have to read the poems, poets don't have to read the criticism. why not live in your happy little safe bubble that made you feel like writing in the first place? no one has a gun to your head forcing you to read anything here, so if this is a pain in your asss to read THIS, then go find other burdens for yourselves. hey i'm wasting my time bitching about this, but at least i'm not complainging like i had to or something - au contraire... i enjoy snarking. and yeah, sometimes we have to be hypocrites to make a point - i'm not immune to those accusations, either. but the back and forth, you against you, him against her, who's right who's wrong, who has the rights, can go on forever, and you're all missing the opportunity to enjoy something for yourselves. there are so many pages like this and it all comes down to the same argument in the end. that's a relization i've come to, and i'm sharing it with you so you don't have to. unless you want to... are you going to nurture a resource? or are you going to rape the forest? think of the end result of both before you choose. god, it's just common sense. don't kids learn about choices in school anymore? what the fuck are they teaching you so you'll develop into people who are responsible for your SELVES? kss: i don't know why your foot hurts. maybe you're biting down on it too hard? 030809 ... Dafremen So you're saying I CAN'T be the blather unicorn? : ( 030809 ... Dafremen (*double take* *suspicious look*) Saaay...you aren't a VIRGIN by any chance are you? } : B 030809 ... nomme i remember in grade one they showed us how to print our alphabet real good with fat stubby pencils in little white double lined journals i remember getting in trouble for writing twice as small as i was supposed to i remember trying to keep the small j's p's q's and y's all above the line but eventually giving in and printing the same way as everyone else. a for apple b for boat i learned how to play dodge-ball how to tie my shoes properly our teacher gave us each a daffodil bulb to plant in the courtyard i remember the square courtyard where we sat with our books the whole class learning i was so eager i remember being shown the drawings of the miners who lived on the moon the special suits they had to wear that made their walking seem normal like on earth the bubbly dome houses they lived in the bubbly dome cities the special cars everything grown in greenhouses i remember learning that it would take a while for them to make it just like earth because they had to create an atmospere but eventually there would be a blue sky and clouds and rain and everything would be green. i remember reading it wouldn't be that expensive to visit the moon or for our moon friends to come visit us. that if you worked for the mining company they would pay you to relocate to there and they would give you a nice bubbly house and a bubbly car. they even said pets would be okay. i remember thinking i would need to bring my rubber boots for in case when they make the rain. alright so enough already. it's 2003. when do i get my ticket to ride? when do i get my bubbly dome house? 030809 ... Dafremen Yes! And would anyone like to see me get the title of blather unicorn? I'm house broken...provided your house has hay on the floor. 030809 ... niska *^$#%$)*Q#^%QY+(^Q*&%#&%Q!!!!!!! no one said you're NOT the last blather unicorn. you're missing the point. why am i surprised? exploit, exploit, pillage... whatever. i'm getting a beer. LOL 030810 ... Dafremen I hope you're not one of those wicked vestal virgins...we could get along just fine if I knew that you weren't trying to trap me with your wily ways in order to cut my twisted horn off and sell it to Silandra. That wo0d suck(and here, no less, in the mossy wo0dz.) So tell me something Ms. Punch-iayshun-Veiled-Potty-Mouth Super Blah-Blah Gurl...you gettin' wily with it? 030810 ... misstree psst... hey daf... sell you a virgin, cheap... come on, man, high quality, never even kissed... come on, three bills... huh? come on, man, i can't be hauling this chick around, say two bills... you want her? 030811 ... Dafremen You seem to have missed something...I don't trust virgins. They are sneaky and they always try to get your head in their lap. That's not for THIS blather unicorn. Besides, I already have my little filly waiting for me back in the mossy wo0dz. 030811 ... misstree dangit, got her all chained up and ready to go already... well, i got a couple of offers from other groups, don't remember if the satanists or republicans put in the highest bid... eternal life sounds nice, neh? but so does a small country for my very own... they tell me it's a fixer-upper. *sigh* i woulda butchered her for you and everything. :P 030811 ... Triumph the comic insult dog You know what? this is a great blathe... FOR ME TO POOP ON 030811 ... minnesota_chris mmm, barbecued virgin, them are good eatin' 030811 ... Dafremen Crack off a little toe after they get her good and cooked then, if it's not too much trouble. Just a taste mind you. 030811 ... misstree doggie bag for the unicorn, you got it. i hear they're going to be serving puppy head salad--i'll toss a side of that in there too, and maybe even a pinkie for the missus. 030811 ... Dafremen She likes it with fat on it, extra salted. Thanks, you're a dear. 030811 ... kss woah, I was coming here hoping to see this blath had finally died. instead it's being pooped on! now we're getting somewhere! 030811 ... Bespeckled Why did this blathe ever end? This should go on until the end of blather. 030908 ... pickle my_pussy_hurts 030908 ... that should do it. manic laughter. har har hardy har. this blathe is so funny, I just can't explain it without sounding sarcastic, but please, don't stop, um, let me kick start it again: hey dipshits, you all suck 030915 ... crimson No, I will not give you oral sex in exchange for french fries. 030925 ... niska that's because they're lying, daf - they aren't really virgins, you know... 030925 ... Death of a Rose oh shit. i'm having a hard time not to smile because of this page. dammit...there goes another smirk. thanks to all the participants in our look back at blatherers past. this has been e-blathertainment and have a good night. ----------------^----------^----------^ 050624 ... your dirty fucken sux ha ha ha how is this for a stupid poem? i lusted you oh yes i have but in my dreams it is true dat oh yeah shhhhwing! boobies. 050624 what's it to you? who go blather from