Re: Sandburg (for TIM)



Sick Mind wrote:

"Peter J Ross" <pjr@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote

Sick Mind <borodcar@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote

"Karla" <karlark@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote

Sick Mind says...

"Peter J Ross" <pjr@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote

Randy Scop <rscop"@lanternslides.net> wrote

One of the most frequent comments I've seen in these poetry discussion
groups is that a given poem is prose rather than poetry. But that could be
said of many of Walt Whitman's verse as well as Sandburg's.

I despise Whitman far more than I despise Sandburg, and almost as much
as I despise Dickinson.

You left out apple pie, baseball and motherhood.

Since you left out the flag,

Let's cut the Brit some slack.

Britons:
William Shakespeare
Geoffrey Chaucer
John Milton

Americans:
Rod McKuen
Jim Morrison
Will Dockery


Spank!

Your comparison is not CHICAGO POET

I saluted a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled--so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead,
frowning--so did I.
Everything I did he did.
I said, "Hello, I know you."
And I was a liar to say so.

Ah, this loooking glass man!
Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor,
Soldier, dusty drinker of dust--
Ah! he will go with me
Down the dark stairway
When nobody else is looking,
When nobody else is gone.

He locks his elbow in mine,
I lose all--but not him.



and therefore not valid.

Unfortunately his "in your face" style of argument is very contemporaneous.

Look, this is usenet. I'm a big boy. I can handle flames and I can deal with kooks.
And I pretty much ignore trolls, unlike a lot of foolish people. But people who
exhibit Peter's behavior, in my opinion, are worse that your garden variety trolls
who invade newsgroups for sport. He poses as someone who is interested in and
knowledgable about the craft of poetery, and plays that game for a while. Then he
suddenly flip-flops and plays the troll game for a while. People like that are a
waste everyone's time and diminish the group; and in my opinion are the most
repulsive kind of trolls.




CHICAGO POET

I saluted a nobody.
I saw him in a looking-glass.
He smiled--so did I.
He crumpled the skin on his forehead,
frowning--so did I.
Everything I did he did.
I said, "Hello, I know you."
And I was a liar to say so.

Ah, this loooking glass man!
Liar, fool, dreamer, play-actor,
Soldier, dusty drinker of dust--
Ah! he will go with me
Down the dark stairway
When nobody else is looking,
When nobody else is gone.

He locks his elbow in mine,
I lose all--but not him.



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Sick Mind
borodcar@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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