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Posted: November 23rd, 2004, 10:39 pm
by Doreen Peri
Actually, it would be better if you deleted it yourself.
Posted: November 23rd, 2004, 11:08 pm
by abcrystcats
I, too ... Hester offered you an olive branch. She agreed to let this go if you would ... so how come the slamming?
This hurts. It even hurts me, and I am not all that involved.
ST, I do not want to talk about Perez any more than I already have. I respect his intelligence and he's obviously very widely read. That's about all I want to say about him, other than the part I've already shared.
I don't know what you want out of this discussion, ST. You seem to be ready to challenge some of the friendships on the board ...
Maybe I am just confused, but please, don't slam Hester. She was trying to make amends ...
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 12:02 am
by Scootertrash
abcrystcats wrote:I, too ... Hester offered you an olive branch. She agreed to let this go if you would ... so how come the slamming? ...
That last one of hers was put up while I was forming my previous one. So I had no idea it was there and if I had known I probably wouldn't have posted. But,.......... what's done is done.
As for olive branches-Pfffffttt, she hasnt a clue what they mean. She can stick her olive branch right up her wazzoo and hit a sustained high C for all I care.
And she should also get off her cross because someone else probably needs the wood.
Now, y'all have a real nice thanksgivin' now, ya hear?
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 12:10 am
by judih
This is not a book review.
This is a comment to say that life's like this
a statement in the wind
can bring locusts into your home town (yes, you guessed it, we got locusts on the kibbutz)
and while the wind blows (idiot wind, of course)
the litkicks book is a gift of what the site was
and how the site brought minds together
in the spirit of poetry
rather than petty bickering.
Mindless and Flames were the last things on my mind
poetry was/is the first
Like the jazz musician who doesn't play
but uses his wildfire energy to speak his mind,
poets who don't use their artistry
divert creativity less aesthetically
Yet, energy is energy.
If all these comments were converted to metaphor
and observational art,
we'd have a true festival on our hands
Not a review
just a comment
judih
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 12:28 am
by knip
like manna she comes, with grace
and poise, as always
she read and i drank the tea
i am looking forward to chinese food again with my oregonian chums...better days, they were...
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 12:55 am
by Doreen Peri
Amen.
judih wrote:
Like the jazz musician who doesn't play
but uses his wildfire energy to speak his mind,
poets who don't use their artistry
divert creativity less aesthetically
Yet, energy is energy.
If all these comments were converted to metaphor
and observational art,
we'd have a true festival on our hands
Not a review
just a comment
judih
Litkicks is litchicks no place for a woman hater like me...B
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 11:32 am
by stilltrucking
Litkicks is litchicks no place for a woman hater like me...
BUTI do miss the haiku board
http://www.litkicks.com/BeatPages/messa ... &parent=-1
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 8:36 pm
by perezoso
This is real amusing: local bum-psychotic Scootertrash--who has insulted more men and women {including Hester} than anyone around here, far more than I have, and in a lame, obscene primitive manner as well-- telling me I'm the psycho. You're the psycho-misogynist little man, as well as a coward and illiterate moron . I already challenged you to a duel in the phucking street, dirt bag, but yr too much of coward and peasant to take me up on it. Pick your weapon, pissant; and uh, sleep with one eye open. Capiche?
You ruined LitKicks and now you're ruining this site. It's a tragedy that Doreen cannot see what a pathetic, untalented, useless hick you really are.
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 8:46 pm
by Lightning Rod
hey zozo
Like, you know, tomorrow's Thanksgiving. I know this is a rough time of year for some of us. Doreen and I were just searching the internet today to find out where the best soup kitchens in the area are for turkey and dressing.
I wish I could invite you and ST and Hest and the rest of the crazies that hang aroung here for a sit down dinner tomorrow, but we'll just have to pass the dressing through cyberspace.
c'mon you guys, put the turkey guns away for a day.
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 8:55 pm
by perezoso
I agree, Hap Happy Feast of the DeadBird Day to all, except for one whacked freak off his 'meds and on his peds. I have had enough of thie petty BS as well, though I do wish all the numerous fairly serious writers (from LK, FH, and here) who have had to deal with this troll whack job ST would do some representing on the site. spater
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 9:21 pm
by Scootertrash
perezoso wrote:, though I do wish all the numerous fairly serious writers (from LK, FH, and here) who have had to deal with this troll whack job ST would do some representing on the site. spater
Uhhh, good luck rallying the troops there, sport.
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 9:22 pm
by perezoso
Ah the Sonny Barger of blogs returns : all I gotz to say to ya bum is, It's On.
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 10:45 pm
by Scootertrash
Eeeyeah, right.
How's the recruitment goin' there, Sport?
Are you gonna get the serious writers from "LK, FH and here" in on it, or just the "fairly serious" ones?
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 10:49 pm
by perezoso
Jim Bob, ain't it time to be working on your gee-tar X-mas carols or maybe trying on your Santa Suit? The Post Office is hiring seasonal workers, and with your history of mental illness you got a real good chance of being hired. Maybe your NA counselor or GED teacher will even write you a letter.
Posted: November 24th, 2004, 11:05 pm
by Scootertrash
"history of mental illness" eh? ..mm, thats a good one. You must be one of the "fairly serious writers from LK, FH, and here" I've been hearing about. When are they gonna show up and do some "representing", hmmm?
Looks like you're on your own here, precious.
Gonna have to start calling you The Lone Nutburger