2009 capt lorax RIP we miss U boo memorial ILX POETRY contest poll

ed & i not that close, aimless

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Sincerly yours,

Aimless the Unsystematic

i think elmo has won it for me. but only because it is tacky to vote for oneself.

I'm glad that I hounded dude into participating, it paid off

Oh man I totally need to decide

i have voted for jaymc.

After the vote everyone should post their poem with all the edits they wish they'd made.

Well, I posted a different poem to the other thread post-deadline. That would be my edit. Although possibly not. I've edited that one since. Hmm.

ended up voting hoos btw.

thanks table -- i take your vote as huge compliment! neat

fwiw i already voted for you, so there

How sad for Poetry,
and how unlike muse-maddened
days of yore—that
one day before
the poll slams its door,
this thread, hald-dead
like a sweat-stiffened
sock from the rock-bottom
of the laundry hamper,
must be forcibly hauled
(holding my nose, appalled
at my own entry's flaws)
to the top of the pile
lest mold take hold.

two days, whoops.

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Went with Beth's poem, because of:

The experts advise to write what you know.
But what if you can’t? What if your one
quickly-dimming filament of decency
mandates that you hold back?

Even monsters deserve compassion.

Yes. Yass!

the final drive for votes begins here

i mean who likes american poetry anyway, let's be serious folks

"i" "mean" "who" "likes" "american" "poetry" "anyway", "let's" "be" "serious" "folks"

There, much better.

i mean
        wholikesAmerican
poetry
anyway
   let's
     be
      
 s e r i o u s
      FOLKS

just voted for Bateau

cheers

less than 4 hours to vote! future of free world depends etc.

the future of free verse, anyway...

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oh shit i forgot to vote

the auld fellas showing us pups how it's done i guess (would have still probably voted elmo)

also fuck y'all obv ;)

Yes--Yass!

Seeing how I have won second place in a beauty pagent, I demand my $10.

congrats beth!

also abbott's dog wuz robbed

stealing pets is not cool.

Hurray for much-merited rewards! Boo for the robbery of innocent doe-eyed canines who only want to smell life to the fullest!

Wow, thanks guys! What a nice thing to come back home to after a dirty day of work.

We needed more voters—many fabulous poems got no votes!

funny i forgot to vote as well.

i wonder who voted for me?

outrageous americanism in the voting patterns iirc

gonna borrow yr language brb

LJ plz explicate.

every time lj explicates god kils etc

but I think he is referring to the number of yanks in the top 10 of polling results

god kills etc. <---this is a brilliant line for a poem, thanks.

Everyone voted for is American (one Canadian), half of those not voted for aren't. :P

Maybe the rest of us need to up our game. I suggest a short-story competition.

Dude, we will so kick yr fannies.

and yes, I do know.

LJ it's a true, sorry fact so much poetry is America-centric; I can't name a single UK poet in all of history.

mick jagger was a poet

That name sounds kind of familiar.

I stan for quite a lot of American poetry (hell, my dissertation was on it) but you can't disregard pure unadulterated genius like

Spelt from Sibyl's Leaves

Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, … stupendous
Evening strains to be tíme’s vást, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, ' her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, ' stárs principal, overbend us,
Fíre-féaturing heaven. For earth ' her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as-
tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; ' self ín self steedèd and páshed—qúite
Disremembering, dísmémbering ' áll now. Heart, you round me right
With: Óur évening is over us; óur night ' whélms, whélms, ánd will end us.
Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish ' damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black,
Ever so black on it. Óur tale, O óur oracle! ' Lét life, wáned, ah lét life wind
Off hér once skéined stained véined variety ' upon, áll on twó spools; párt, pen, páck
Now her áll in twó flocks, twó folds—black, white; ' right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind
But thése two; wáre of a wórld where bút these ' twó tell, each off the óther; of a rack
Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, ' thóughts agaínst thoughts ín groans grínd.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

"(LJ) is referring to the number of yanks"

i stopped reading right there

oh, not THAT mick jagger. I was referring to mick jagger the author of erotic villanelles, he emptied dustbins for a living, died from monge's disease and was buried in a pauper's grave just outside birmingham.

how many yanks does it take to get lj's goat

I can name a bunch of Brit poets...but usually choose not to, because for the most part, contemporary British poetry is shit when compared to contemporary poetry from the US, or Brasil, or even Canada. it's just the reality of the situation.

A: this one here will suffice ^