| = cry baby...fuck all the gods... | Corina Dragomir [02.Jul.04 16:12] |
| I am reading your poem for the first time and in my humble opinion I think it deserves a star as it stands for a marvellous detailed example of imagery "no lights just the skin of the bulbs", trouble in my bitter bones","a theory about two legs", the effect of which assumes a hypnotic swing in a wrinkled cry creating therefore a musical worldly atmosphere. In addition to this the more the reduced the world, the more paradoxical depth I discover in your amazing poems on the romanian pages. Incredible poem! Cory | |
| = > Corina | Michel Martin [04.Jul.04 22:44] |
| Pleased to have you here, Corina and surprised about your interest in my writing. It's a sad poem, dressed in this sad title but I'm glad you found it a good read. I'm looking forward to hear from you soon. | |
| = this | Sigartau Alex [26.Sep.04 21:11] |
| Michel, again i enjoyed you writing very much. This gentleness you have which i have observed in your texts is not by chance. Liked many images in your poem, very good and expressive. Anyway, just want to draw your attention to the correct spelling of the word "whore", with a "w". I also make mistakes when posting my writing, I'm sure you must have mispelled by chance. | |
| = > alex | Michel Martin [27.Sep.04 18:01] |
| Hi Alex, thanks for correcting the spelling, I noticed it, I planned to edit the text and forgotabout it. I have now the opportunity to do it. Thank you as well for your interest. | |
| = :) | Diana Pacuraru [28.Jan.05 00:01] |
| One thing I want to tell you: poems have no limits. No limits at all. Fuck all the gods, laugh at death, cry when you're happy, kill yourself when you want to live. No restrictions. I can see that in you. Keep it going. I will not make any corrections, because others have taken that in charge. I will just say what I've just said. Be honest and you will break that fake silence. :) | |