I'd agree with you, Kasper, but not knowing Angel, I might give him a
little slack & assume he was trying to be 'funny' (how often that
fails). And just let it go now.
Hopefully
Doug
On 5-Nov-09, at 11:06 AM, kasper salonen wrote:
> oops, seems I contradicted myself about the attack part. that happens
> somtimes.
>
> 2009/11/5 kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]>
>
>> also, I actually have an online friend called Kelson. that's weird.
>> but what is it you're trying to accomplish with this inflammatory
>> phlegm?
>> is no one else seeing this?
>> how about cutting down on the puerile insults. if this is still
>> about that
>> reply I gave on some poem of yours a long time ago, then that's
>> just sad. if
>> it's about you just finding me repulsive or comical somehow, then
>> the least
>> you can do is realise that targeting me with this crap will in no
>> way alter
>> that state of affairs. I find YOU repulsive and comical, but I
>> don't fling
>> bizarre attacks at you because of it.
>> I'd just ignore your strange little games, but it's hard to do when
>> you
>> have a name like 'Angel'. it's like I'm asking for more just to see
>> someone
>> called 'Angel' take flimsy little potshots at me. not fun, really,
>> but
>> comical at least.
>>
>> KS
>>
>> 2009/11/5 Angel Marquez <[log in to unmask]>
>>
>>> eat a bowl of dicks kelson
>>>
>>>
>>> On Thu, Nov 5, 2009 at 1:19 AM, kasper salonen <[log in to unmask]>
>>> wrote:
>>>
>>>> haha, pretty awesome. nonsense at its most poetic, and really
>>>> nothing is
>>>> absolute nonsense in poetry because the mind shapes it in spite of
>>> itself.
>>>>
>>>> KS
>>>>
>>>> 2009/11/5 Desmond Swords <[log in to unmask]>
>>>>
>>>>> This Is But Our Quota (Part V)
>>>>>
>>>>> 'I' am the back-arched
>>>>> leading a little from the lip,
>>>>>
>>>>> a scenario arrived at via the possible
>>>>> scenarios arrived at, in cartoon bubbles,
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> blaked warm lines strapped in bulbs
>>>>> here and there, not hard to sell, or win
>>>>>
>>>>> proclaim from the frozen backside; angels
>>>>>
>>>>> still in situ, about to sail, either shoulder
>>>>> ebbing with ill-informed cartoon bulbs,
>>>>>
>>>>> or bubbling within against my own bones.
>>>>>
>>>>>
>>>>> This Is But Our Quota (Part IV)
>>>>>
>>>>> ill-informed, but at least formal in dress,
>>>>> on the day a June dress getting longer
>>>>>
>>>>> and longer and nothing imminently there
>>>>> harmful or prescient, sugar too another
>>>>>
>>>>> multitude of aphoristic flex, stretched
>>>>> in order to get the palimpsest dose
>>>>>
>>>>> of in Roman aphorisms with hues of romance
>>>>> awash in the poem dark anger, trying to get
>>>>>
>>>>> participants some all-wear out of the p’s I
>>>>> donned within when poor little criminals,
>>>>>
>>>>> lyrically able, at the bottom of our Xmas card
>>>>> list on the precipice this nomenclature
>>>>>
>>>>> sitting here (in front of you) the prophetic
>>>>> neckline island tying not to notice, but a tune
>>>>>
>>>>> around a simple houseplant pointing finger
>>>>> glove box far down her blouse, you are aphids
>>>>>
>>>>> descent-seat none appreciate but the scop
>>>>> down song off her shoulder, totally, totally
>>>>>
>>>>> you obverse thin walk, long drive objective
>>>>> to write our name on your behalf, correspond
>>>>>
>>>>> dispel an unkind rumour of who isn’t in, or out
>>>>> to romance ther spirited beast, wild within
>>>>>
>>>>> where you need to go to join the required dots
>>>>> laboriously put together, assembled you are 'I'
>>>>>
>>>>> inversional ooking through the wrong colour
>>>>> in a right way, packing cheeky smiles in eyes
>>>>>
>>>>> your l is all on the wing of flight for, far out
>>>>> they’re your jewels, they’re where I left them
>>>>>
>>>>> there.
>>>>>
>>>>> Thanks very much, a great piece for making Write-Through with;
>>>>> which
>>> is a
>>>>> superior-flarf which avant-gardists would say:
>>>>>
>>>>> 'Hey, cool, that's free exchange, done because of a deep
>>>>> professional
>>>> love
>>>>> for language in all its guises, straight or non-main, MS and
>>>>> NMS, both
>>>> out
>>>>> tribes tied by one bore - you who is 'I'.
>>>>>
>>>>
>>>
>>
>>
>
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