Comments on: 3,785 Page Pirated Poetry Anthology

By: Michael Gause

Michael Gause — Thu, 21 May 2009 21:06:33 +0000

This was sort of funny, I guess. The poem attributed to me was utter garbage. Everyone is meta. Now even this is.

By: Kevin Connolly

Kevin Connolly — Sat, 16 May 2009 19:50:54 +0000

Didn’t piss me off in the least. It’s flattering, if anything. It’s a piece of conceptual art, and ahead of the curve, given the recent Googlebooks wholesale rip-off. The sheer volume of poets included also makes a point in a field where the unique individual voice is supposed to be primary. If you think of it the right way, it’s the opposite of theft: we’re being given a free poem (whether we like it or not, granted).

I don’t see what the fuss is about.

By: Denise Low

Denise Low — Sat, 31 Jan 2009 16:56:43 +0000

This is audacious. Has this lasted past a microsecond in Oct. 2008?

By: Frankk Simone

Frankk Simone — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 14:40:39 +0000

Well gee, your using my name attached to nothing (or I can’t find it) Okay I have spent my whole life as such, So here’s my poem to make, make even less sense. I stole it from myself
Trinity
As I walked along I looked
across into the cemetery,
to see two young mated hawks,
a kin to eagles
light
upon the limbs
their white underlining
matches the virgin
snow that
Falls
leaves
behind the graves
of those who have come to rest
upon the souls
save
the vein
each a barren branch
whose darkness looks beneath
heaven
for gravity
is a mortal belonging
to the heart
which remains but a stone eternity
bearing the names
of those who have forsaken
divine provenance
for all their Earthly possessions
instead of the love
which gave them life
now gives them only bones
discarded by the birds of
prey
for who have departed
*for
“…Who appointeth the clouds for His ascent,
Who walketh upon the wings of the wind,
Who maketh his Angels spirits, and
His ministers
a flame of fire…”
As for me I am humbled by this vision,
for I know my days are like grass,
**“…as a flower of the field, so blossom forth.
For when the wind is passed over it, then shall be gone,
and no longer will it know the place thereof…”
For I know my life to be as
filled with the mercy
of my Lord who is forever,
there I shall go too,
leaving behind the prints
of my sole to melt and vanish
in the warmth of the Son.
Frank Simone 12 / 23/ 08
* psalm 103 / **102

By: Patrick Culliton

Patrick Culliton — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 19:41:12 +0000

This is fantastic and proof vanity Googling is the berries.

By: Brian Salchert

Brian Salchert — Thu, 23 Oct 2008 00:49:52 +0000

It’s a little late for this, but:
the piece to which my name is assigned
appears on page 2244
and I would like to know if
that page was chosen by a human,
by the program used for the word objects,
or if it was just a random event.
Thank you.

By: Lauren Dixon

Lauren Dixon — Wed, 15 Oct 2008 16:12:23 +0000

Well, this is probably the first and only time I’ll ever find myself mentioned on the Poetry Foundation website! Beyond that, I am left to believe a computer a writer does not make. An algorithm does not an identity displace. I won’t laud the ‘editors’ of this thick binary invention, but I won’t attempt to boil their flesh, either. I like the idea, but the execution? I have enough ego to say nay. They are clearly bigger fans of Burroughs than I.

By: David Michael Wolach

David Michael Wolach — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 18:32:02 +0000

Hey, wait a minute. I just tried to dowload the collection I wrote, and it appears that due to the heat of a few individuals mistaking their work for mine and threatening suit, I didn’t get the chance to read what I’d just written and published. Damn thing was taken down.
Countersuit: Will anyone join me in suing said individuals for the digital rights to my own name? I know I put it there right at the top, under “author.” And now poof! They took it from me. I would simply like what is rightfully mine. I can’t go around like this. Nobody knows what to shout now when they pass by. I was in a faculty meeting this morning and voted on a proposal for softer lounge chairs, had to file my ballot under “John Doe.” Important election is coming up. Now what?
And whoever that David Buuck guy is (supposing that’s his real name), I could not have said it better: a para-anthology. To make an addition I’m sure he wouldn’t disagree with: the transitory decor of the para-anthology makes it impossible to turn the page, let alone read left to right or up to down, & etc. There is something para-talmudic about its framentary hyperstructure. I think that’s neat. That’s why I’m editing it. And, to politely disagree with Angela G. (aka Tao Lin), my collection, were it actually written by all these wannabes, should most certainly be considered a detournement (but not a “radical” one – as that would just be redundant). Perhaps you dislike my poems, but then why desire credit for them (don’t forget – Debord made some bad movies, and his precursor, Hugo Ball, culdn’t even spell)? And if one decrees credit, or ownership, then why help me construct Issue 2, the Para-Anthology? Slavoj and I are really tight, like, we watch the OC together & shit., but one can levee the claim of armchair activism against him too. Oh, and he stole the notion of fantasy transgression from FN – “imaginary revenge.” F Y I.
Kent Johnson

By: kouji

kouji — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 07:26:26 +0000

hmmm… 123 comments… it appears to be interesting linkbait as well…

By: David Michael Wolach

David Michael Wolach — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 23:35:08 +0000

Tao,
How dare you take credit for 3,000+ poems that I just found out I wrote? I hope we can settle this out of court. Perhaps over lunch. Or through my agent. Over lunch. Or via lunch? What do you eat? Do you eat over agent?
Anyway, thanks to all of you for your contributions. Especially me. And me. And to Tao: it’s either a dunning letter or some food. Your choice.
Solidarity,
David Michael Wolach
aka, Kent Johnson