Comments on: Keep the spot sore!

By: Gary B. Fitzgerald

Gary B. Fitzgerald — Mon, 13 Jul 2009 00:32:28 +0000

Mr. Woodman, you are a classic and well-known prevaricator. You have been dishonest and disingenuous everywhere you’ve ever posted and most of us have figured it out by now. Why don’t you repost this crock of shit with attribution so people can reference these quotes in context and find out exactly who’s being negative? Your malicious and repetitive antics have grown tiresome, Woodman. Maybe it’s time to retire, old friend.

I asked you nicely on another thread to stop picking on me. Apparently, you were disinclined to acquiesce.

You should never poke sticks at lions, me bucko. We bite back!

By: Terreson

Terreson — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 22:50:07 +0000

Okay, John Oliver. Thanks, man. If you cannot read what I see then maybe the problem originates at my end. Wierd stuff. Now back to the regularly scheduled program.

Terreson

By: John Oliver Simon

John Oliver Simon — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 22:31:30 +0000

I can’t see the steps, Terreson. Your signature looks normal to me.

By: Terreson

Terreson — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 21:27:43 +0000

I have tried every which way to figure out how to contact an administrator by e-mail and I can’t. My post to this thread dated July 9 has been manipulated. The signature has been aligned, changed back to the original, then realigned with the right margin. In step-line fashion, from right to left, appear: erreson, reson, son, n. When I try to cut and paste the post for the proof I find that all but the last line’s n occupy blank spaces.

I did not do this. This is the work of a hacker. I am hoping someone reads this post before it too gets manipulated. By now surely others following the thread have noticed the stepped signature.

Terreson

By: Christopher Woodman

Christopher Woodman — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 05:09:10 +0000

Still here on my second coming. Midnight’s a way off at the antipodes, and I’m still not at rest.

Vis à vis John Oliver Simon’s stake through the heart over there on the Verse Drama thread, an appropriate scenario (!), look how sore the spot really was right here. And I put this to you–the majority of the posters on this thread either didn’t want to hear what I was saying or it put them in such a funk that they fled. Indeed, there were a total of 17 posters in the 7 days the thread was up, and only 8 of them contributed positively. Leaving Desmond Swords out of it as he was writing brilliantly from another planet, that leaves 8 who were entirely, gratuitously ad hominem and negative. Out of those 8 only 1 person posted more than 2 posts, Gary B. Fitzgerald with 9 posts, all personal and all negative. The remaining 7 individuals posted 11 posts between them, making an average of 1.57 posts with an average of 3 lines a shot.

Out of a total of 98 posts that is—which is quite a statistic. On the other hand, it wasn’t Billy Collins we were trying to talk about. It was Robinson Jeffers!

Here’s a sampling of the comments, all sic, and none of them sounding much like the Harriet that brought me here in the first place:

“Hooray!”

“Why should I defer to the opinions of a second-rate poet who builds poetry on things he does not know personally?’”

“Worse than “Thomas Brady”’s inane bloviation on every subject is your sycophantic championing of Tom’s lame causes, Christopher. The combination causes a foul miasma to hover over every thread. Why not take a summer vacation and let in some fresh air?”

“Will you please be quiet, please?”

“Internet fora that become dominated by 3-4 “regulars” almost invariably devolve into tedious snarkfests, where debate is constrained by the oversized personae of the regulars, which become targets: everything becomes personalized, everybody knows everybody else’s schtick; and those who don’t find the parade of hobbyhorses all that stimulating sit on the sidelines, silent.”

“Hear, hear.”

“So a plea for you–and for others reading and thinking of chiming in but holding back for fear of the cow patty hammer or whatever: don’t leave.”

“Man. This is classic… Two days later and I see that once again, and not on this blog alone, the topic has been turned aside by a certain attention junky.”

“I believe “Christopher” does not exist. He is an alias of “Thomas Brady” — who also does not exist.”

“Actually, I think the reason Christopher was kicked off of the AAP site Poets.org was due to excessive use of aliases. Go figure.”

“Tom and his suck-up Woodman — most probably an alias of “Tom,” which is an alias to begin with — have sucked the oxygen out of the room. Too bad. This could have been a nice little world.”

“Shut up, he explained.”

“Please stop raining on my parade.”

Christopher

By: thomas brady

thomas brady — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 13:13:20 +0000

A poet can’t compete with nature. A poet can only compete with other poets.

Jeffers wrote in such a way that he was competing with Jesus Christ and towering mountains and earth and rock and blood. YOU LOSE. Nature wins every time, poet. Jeffers can’t give me anything close to my own experience of the outdoors, of rocks strewn randomly. It’s there, waiting for me, right now, outside my door, even if it’s only the sun, shining on an ordinary street.

Poetry is not ‘mountains.’ Poetry is simply all the poems that have been written. Those poems are ‘about’ all sorts of things, but what those poems are ‘about’ are not the poems. Poems fail or succeed on their own term, as poems.

The successful poem out-does other poems.

Readers who need to find all sorts of things which aleady exist outside poems IN poems, are not really interested in poems, but interested more in experiencing reality in a weakened or fake manner. Jeffers is a pair of sunglasses for people who think they are seeing the sun. But they aren’t seeing the sun; there’s no sun in Jeffers, or in any poem; but the ‘Jeffers-sunglasses’ give them a feeling they are experiencing ‘a-sun-so-awesome-it-requires-sunglasses.’ If only the Jeffers fans knew how silly they looked with their sunglasses on.

This still begs the question: what do we find in poems, then? We find poems in poems. Poems that try to be more than poems will fail. Poems that try and give us what we can find more easily elsewhere, fail.

By: Christopher Woodman

Christopher Woodman — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 04:52:54 +0000

I think I have one last post left in me, and that one’s for Desmond Swords. A thorn in our side, for sure, the madness in our hatter, but what writing! How should we be so lucky?

Go back and read his last post on this thread which he undoubtedly dashed off like all the others. So who writes like that among us? Who’s got that gift?

“Indeed, it is only now as one writes, one has come to understand in a moment of profound realisation which comes with much contemplation on the uniqueness and unity of being – that it was Nature herself, that majestic view of reality beyond the curving sweep of glass, which caused what happened to unravel as it did.”

And does it ever!

So put aside your thesis and your rivalries and go read it. And then if you still think you want to clamp him out, do. But just be sure you know what you’re losing.

Christopher

By: Terreson

Terreson — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 00:24:41 +0000

Now this is really scarey. Within five minutes of making the immedietaly preceding post I see the sign off for yesterday’s post has been changed back to the original, with just my signature. (talk about shades of the old movie, “Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte.”)

I’ve enjoyed the conversations, mostly. I’ve enjoyed the bloggers and their ideas. I’ll read topics from time to time.

Terreson

By: Terreson

Terreson — Sat, 11 Jul 2009 00:09:16 +0000

This is going to sound crazy. And probably blog members will be disinclined to believe me. Nor can I prove the point. With my most recent post dated yesterday, July 9, I did not sign off in the spatial play on my name as it appears now. That is not me. That is not my syntactical style. Anyone who knows me from other sites, boards, and blogs knows I don’t play around in this fashion. Hell, I don’t even know how to manipulate space and lines in the way my name shows.

Harriet friends, you got a hacker somehow able to enter member posts and alter them. Please get your IT people to see to a fix. If it happens again I will no longer post here.

Terreson

By: Christopher Woodman

Christopher Woodman — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 09:20:50 +0000

Good, Margo, that’s a very fair and sensitive way to say it at the end. One has to turn the eyes away at some point, dip the hands in clean water, and go home—as Thai people do the moment the fire is lit under the open funeral pyre.

That the chest bursts in the heat is not a human concern.