Posted by Dennis M. Hammes on 09/27/05 11:23

Dearest Thomas wrote:

> Dennis M. Hammes wrote:
>
>>Dearest Thomas wrote:
>>
>>
>>>Dennis M. Hammes wrote:
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>>>
>>>>Should; it's a local variant of the Mile-High Club.
>>>
>>>
>>>You never got off the ground anywhere, failure.
>>>
>>>You just wish you had made anything of your life.
>>
>>I do not.
>
>
> You wanted to be a poet but settled for dance instructor.
> What am I missing?

Lotsa tits and ass in rhythmic motion.
>
> You call dance instructor the career of an intelligent
> man that wanted to be a poet?

You're the one doing the name-calling here, kid.
I always called it an unchargeable excuse for fondling girls.
>
> The raw fact is, you never made enough money per time period
> to really afford to do /what the fuck/ you wanted (and/or you
> adjusted down your goals to suite)

No, I can /spell/ what I actually did.
>
> You think you know poetry, but I taught you to spell villanelle.

Actually, you didn't. Your gibber was already suspect, so I looked
it up in three fairly-independent sources.
>
> Why not just leave?
>
>
>
>>What's more ridiculous -- a toedull failure, or one who clutches
>>desperately at a toedull failure to achieve the status of a monkey in
>>a monkey trap?
>
>
> You have a fantasy that I give a fuck about your balls.

"Nuts," Monkey Dude, "nuts." Those poasts are /always/ about the
(Bornean) Monkey Trap Syndrome. If you choose to focus on my ballZ
instead, that's obviously your own problem.

> I assure you that I only wish you would jump off the bridge.
>
> You are an asshole that got lippy with me over totally
> sound ideas.

Well, of course. And they being totally sound, you couldn't make
your Generator hear them because you wouldn't hear them yourself.

> Then you jumped on the bandwagon with mikey
> and his gay fantasy with chuck. Fuck you forever. I'll never
> forgive or forget. Who knows where it will go.

Down the toilet like the rest of you.
The proof that you're not a pro at anything is your continual
whine that /nobody else/ is a pro at anything.
Ditto for mastery.
>
> You wrote more poetry in your 30's than I would ever want to
> read from you.

Is /that/ why you brag about stealing it.

> I'm certainly not interested in your current dregs.

Oh, come, now. Berryman and the Bishop are /dregs/?
Fat lot of good /that/ does your sense of authority and worth.
And not even a New York critic could call 95 (frankly, My Dear,
I'd thot it might be 50) limericks on the same character in less than
a month, "dregs."
Ninety-five, yeh. Same sort of thing as happened with the sonnets
and haiku. I just wrote 'em one at a time when the circumstance
moved me, and stuck 'em in their files.
And "they jes' growed."
In the same time, you attempted /four/ "limericks," and didn't
even get the meter right for a single one, let alone the rest of the
parameters. You were so intent on snotting at /me/ that you had none
left over for the limerick. By contrast, I put so much attention on
the particulars of the limerick that I have none left over for /you/,
only for the keyword (which I usually let you supply in the
Monkey-snot that immediately precedes each).
You should probably look up the word "dregs" as I looked up
"villanelle," since "dregs" are rather routinely what's left in the
cup after the master has made a delicious tea out of some weed-leaves.
>
> Just one reader's opinion, idiot.

No -- just one idiot's opinion, monkey.
You continually demonstrate that you're incompetent of reading,
that words are excuses to which you can point for an "authority" to
"mean" anything you want it to "mean."
It's why everybody you meet has to maintain your religions for
you; their sources can't maintain themselves, and neither can you.

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