Blow by Barley Black Francis
Mon, 2007-04-02 22:32
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Blow by Barley Black Francis
After all that said and done about a title and copying etc.
This is a very strong poem that upsurps. I loved it.
http://www.abctales.com/story/barely-black-francis/blow
Timely
Ralph
ralph
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It's never easy. You know that. Don't flatter talent with the process.
Great stuff.
ralph
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Well. I think its better than the other stuff that you have written. it's all subjective etc.
Chin up,
Sean Playfair
Oh, for God's sake.
For the LP, I think it's the best of your trio. I think you called it Blow "as a joke" because you didn't have confidence in it, but it's a sweet piece of writing.
Can you explain the "mill nee airs" pun? Mill as in mill? Nee as in born? Airs as in, erm, airs?
I'm proper thick, me.
ralph
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Shut it or i'll cut ya.
Sean Playfair
I see. Talk me through the pisstaking, other than the title -- which I get.
You must be very angry on Ms Bone's behalf to write a piss take poem. I wonder if Ms Bone condones your five-year-old behaviour. Presumably not, as she hasn't stooped to this level.
"but being a mental poet I take them off periodically"
Sounds like a confidence thing, as well. More issues than a tramp selling mags. Aw, bless.
There is some nice writing, there. Shame about the motivation.
I am a Northerner (not, alas, a Mancunian) who has seen Only Fools and Horse, and Del says "Miw-yoo-nerrs" not "mill nee airs" which is why I assumed it must be an elaborate pun of some sort.
ralph
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Green Lanes kebab fiasco.
He writes. He's good. End of really. Motivation does not come into it . For we are the reader.
it's all showbiz at the end of the day.
My pea might be someone else;s mothnall etc.
Only words in a certain order that affect.
Up the O's
radiodumbo
comment removed for very bad language. Stop it - now.
posted by Tony Cook 3/4/07
ralph
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One feels that the anti has just been upped.
I'm going for a walk.
Ohh. There is a hole in my sock. Shall I darn it or just throw it away? Fuck it! I'll bin it. My time is too precious and all I was doing was paying a compliment about a decent poem.
Now. where's that gun?