Comments on: He hit so hard I saw stars.

By: zeldafitzgerald

zeldafitzgerald — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 14:36:29 +0000

Point taken, Roy. Point. Taken.

But the intensity of NaPoWriMoFa (National Poetry Writing Month of Fashion) is taking its toll! Things are slipping past Zelda! Zelda is going insane!

By: roy

roy — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 02:48:51 +0000

Zel, “just” the term you used? Surely in a poem you expect people to notice both the tenor and the, er, vehicle. It’s a wonderful word, bringing out in assonant and pungent splendor the basic penis-extending function of such machines.

By: K.

K. — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 02:22:49 +0000

… are we speaking of crotch rockets??!

That’s an awesome term.

K. loves crotch rockets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

By: zeldafitzgerald

zeldafitzgerald — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 00:17:21 +0000

Thanks so much, K.!

By: zeldafitzgerald

zeldafitzgerald — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 00:07:29 +0000

Do not worry, Jessie! I shall not pick on you on account of your heritage. As you can probably tell from my “poems,” I’ve plenty of redneck in my heritage as well. Also Kenny Rogers, Merle Haggard, Garth Brooks, Dolly Parton, etc., etc., on my iPod. In my Most Secret of Secret Playlists, of course. Ha! And 18-wheelers and truckers and CB radios ride in and out of my poems, too. Goat and Goose? Awesome!

Roy! That was just the term we used to separate the Harleys from the superfast Yamahas and Suzukis and other street bikes. I can see how looking at it as just a gross word is, well, gross. Yes: appreciate poetic form! Appreciate it! Ha! And if I had 400 children, I would have left Kenny, too.

By: K.

K. — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 00:02:40 +0000

Awesome and inspiring…

I wish I had the gift of words, as you do.

By: roy

roy — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 21:55:00 +0000

Of course I counted on you getting a Deepstep reference! Wrt crotch- / rocket, well I am embarrassed to admit that I let being grossed out interfere with my appreciation of poetic form. I’ll try not to let it happen again.

As a child I thought that Lucille had left Kenny with “four hundred children and a crop in the field.”

By: jessiecarty

jessiecarty — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 17:56:06 +0000

How fashionable and fabulous to find some Kenny Rogers (before his odd plastic surgery). Just the other day my husband made a joke about the line “you picked a bad time to leave me Lucille” to which he earned me singing the majority of the lyrics at him! Ha, pick on us of redneck heritage just you try.

My stepfather was a truck driver Goat. And our neighbor was Goose. Really. And yes I have a poem about truckers just not a NaPoem.

By: zeldafitzgerald

zeldafitzgerald — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 17:33:07 +0000

Roy: Chicken love. Magnolia love. AHAHA. Can you tell I’ve recently read Deepstep?

I see your point regarding crotch rockets. But you CANNOT tell me that breaking after the word “crotch” wasn’t MAGNIFICENT! YOU CANNOT!

My fast car obsessions wax and wane with the moon. My apologies that these aforementioned obsessions are waxing at present!

I concur with your opinion on The Scariest Kenny Rogers Video of All Time. In fact, I put a link to this video in the previous sentence, for I truly believe everyone should see how scary it is. It’s like Hee Haw in some Alternate Universe of Very Scary Things that Will Give One Nightmares for the Rest of One’s Life.

By: roy

roy — Wed, 23 Apr 2008 15:25:06 +0000

Everybody in their car needs love. Car love. Meat love.

I think I prefer the meat love ones to the car love ones, but I am grateful for the absence of crotch-rocket love today.

Scariest K. Rogers video is “Just stopped in to see what condition my condition was in.”