Please
For the sake of sanity in the world of
letters—no matter how small and inexperienced you may feel your contribution,
at this time may be: at least write something worthwhile. And double check your
final output. It sure adds credence to a faltering “art” form.
And sometimes, it just doesn’t pay to get out
of bed…
Well,
now I think I’ve read (at least attempted,
out of shear perseverance) one of the stupidest, shallowest, poorest attempts
at juvenile, suggestive, Sapphic erotica… examples of poor grammar, syntax,
tense and S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G, I’ve had the unmitigated displeasure of encountering
on the inter-mess. A virtual train wreck—and ol’ Max, here, unable to avert his
gaze. Yet, another example of un-edited sites with sophomoric writers thinking they
are writing “poetry” because they are simply able to place their material,
unfettered, on-line (or with an un-edited ink and pulp publication.) And this
particular writer is persistent to say the least; week after week of tasteless
manure offerings.
This
is a classic that requires entry into my writing course; examples of: flying
monkey refuse…
Offered
herein, a few examples (isn’t any way in Hades ol’ Max will reprint the sludge
on this site.)
This
latest shovelful, compliments of:
The Saturday Diner Open Mic
October 31, 2015
‘SAILING THROUGH LIFE
WITH AN ORANGE DUMB-ASS’
(ital: Max edited just a smidge)
“SAILING…”
(notice,
the author figured out the correct spelling of “through”, for at least his
title…eh, Mikey?)
Title:
ALL CAPS…? Thought, most writers left this pre-school device—well…back when
they were still required to use Crayola crayons.
Hey,
Mr.”Writer”: it’s “…through” (a preposition) not “threw (a verb) the open window…”
“…she
thoughts as they whip back…” Me thinks this is another screw-up…hmmm,
can you say: self-edit, and dictionary? (No! Not spell-check!) Deities, have mercy.
On
the other hand, “…ORANGE DUMB-ASS” must be “poetry,” because the writer
arbitrarily breaks the rambling, pointless, run-on piece into spastic uneven
stanzas of no-rhyme-or-reason, no meter attempt at all; complete avoidance of
any lyric representation; utilizing full punctuation (that’s ok, normally)—except omitted at any sentence terminus (unless said sentence ends in an abbreviation
or acronym, i.e.”L.A.”) Huh?! Consistency, consistency—none. There is
utilization of “joint” “swig” Captain Morgan”; flogging “Pussy, Pussy, Pussy,” so we all get the perverse
implications—surprised the utterance isn’t entirely in BOLD CAPS. Last, but not least: basic, grade school sentence
structure, surpassing the worst of Seuss, enough to make one’s sphincter
pucker.
Gawd,
do I need a Jack double right about now…
Max tdc (and
this started out as a mellow day…)
That
was quick—
here
come the (pertinent) comments…
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“Harsh,
Dude!
Sure
would like to read this piece for myself.”
Jacob Sterling
Seattle,
WA
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Yes, indeed: harsh—yet, deserved and I
believe an accurate accounting. Doesn’t anyone get tired of p.c.’ing, lowering
the bar, sugar mouthing every bit of sludge that comes down the pike, dragging
down the value of their own accomplishments just to accommodate every ego-tom,
dick and dillweed who has access to a keyboard?
And Jacob, you shall have the chance
to read this glob of flying monkey refuse. Have sent it to your e-mail address.
(Can’t link you. It is from a select recipient’s list, only.)
Wonder if you’d have the courtesy to respond with your, then, informed
observations?
Appreciate someone who has what it
takes to step up and question. Hoorah!
Max
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“Hey,
hey, Max
This
piece, “…Orange Dumb-Ass” was forwarded to me by a recipient of the BackStreet
offerings.
Think you were a bit stern. But then again,
you must have had to restrain yourself. So many other glaring issues (most kindly,
I suppose) not mentioned. How creative of you to “edit” the original title.”
Alonzo Quijano
Rucio,
CA
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Hey, hey, yourself, Alonzo. Thanx for
the support.
Did indeed have to restrain myself—as you know, I am not p.c. Was going
along fine in my pink bunny slippers, with my morning cigar and Mtn. Dew for
breakfast, when this atrocity came up on the screen. And though it is
inarguably a pile, I was calm and reserved until “threw.” After that my mind
just went to full-on assault.
Wish I was more like the beautiful, Aussie-dog luvin’ accomplished lady poet in Phoenix, or the Zen
dude and his cat Frosterish in Longmont who publish one and contribute to and
support another publication (both, whom I admire.)
But it just isn’t in me. This
post-literate plague is enveloping the last vestiges of intelligently written
communication, (especially) of verse; sucking it down into Poseidon’s depths like
the kraken on a ditchweed munchies rampage. And all those being affected, still remain mute. No one. No one,
seems to give a furry rat’s behind.
And that’s the skinny on that,
Sir. Max
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“Mr.
Max tdc, am familiar with this
particular writer as well as some of his contemporaries. A collection of
unpolished writers, to be sure. And
un-edited publications are certainly a major contributing factor to the
proliferation of this “sludge.”
Just watch, as the, even semi-literate, writing
crowd ages, this situation will worsen. “Pled” has degenerated into “pleaded,”
now, “through” has oozed into “threw” (although, I suspect this one was a faux
pas) writing is just going to the
brick
throwing mice.”
Ig Herriman
Arizona
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Hey. Just watch it. Them klinker
tossing rodents is my friends.
You do, so, speak the struth,
good Sir. Max
