February 10th, 2014

2013, cyd, new

as many as my muse will allow

i'm alone and awake for the first time in three days. and i'm feeling pretty good. no sniffles, no creative block, no stomach ache. these are the things that have been plaguing me, and they are all absent. which is weird. my stomach almost always hurts. it hurt before doc left for work, i asked him to bring home cola because of it. of all the remedies that i've tried and been forced to try for my tummy aches, only cola works. it works best if it's warm and fizzy, but cold and fizzy is fine, which is good because warm is gross and undoes the whole tummy benefit thing.

i'm sending doc to WinCo this week. we need four packets of popcorn and a pound of dog biscuits. i've started giving Chewy more biscuits to reward him for good behavior. and he is good a lot, so he goes through a lot of biscuits. he has still shown no interest in his pigs ear or his greenie bone or his rawhide chew. instead going for a stuffed cat toy. this is okay, Vader and TeenyTulip like the pigs ear. and having the greenie around makes us look like good pet parents. this dog is too spoiled for his own good.

i actually wrote a funny poem in my marathon. I think i wrote around a dozen poems and commented on over a hundred written by others over the past two days. mostly today. though it is a blur and i really can't tell one day of this weekend from the other. i learned that the site gives a gold membership (if only for a limited time) to the biggest commenters each week. i spend roughly five minutes on each poem i read and comment on. so this is my new goal. gold memberships are expensive, even if i had money to spend on something like this i wouldn't have a gold membership. and gold members get their poems featured on the front page of the site. and they get to put pictures in their posts.

i'm currently having a conflict about pictures in posts. helpful if you use a photo as inspiration. there are a few girls who post selfies in their posts. i'm really torn about that. i can't make fun of it because it is something i would do just for the hell of it. but some people just go apeshit with this picture thing, putting one between each stanza and before and after the piece itself. too many. and most of the time, they have nothing to do with the piece, which i don't understand. it just detracts from the poem. there is also a habit with gold members to fuck with the font, just because they can. and they do the most awful shit with font size and highlighting, especially highlighting. change the color of the font, don't highlight for chrissakes. and don't highlight black with dark blue.

and i'm seeing this with poetry sites on the web.they are almost always cheap looking with "borrowed" graphics and pictures stacked up for no good reason than they appealed to the "designer" at some point or another. and questionable HTML skills. i have gone for a designed up site coming up because i don't plan to have the pages with the actual poetry all dressed up. the poetry should stand alone, with no distractions. plain text, easy to read color schemes, good formatting. and punctuation and spelling! i even have punctuation as a requirement on my contests. it drives me crazy when people don't punctuate their poems. the line breaks are random according to each poet, you need punctuation to guide the reader through the pauses and the stops, don't leave them to intuit it. i am guilty of this myself. it was only after i stopped reading so frequently and gathered more material than i could stay familiar with, did i realize the importance of punctuation.

that's why i'm re-editing the books. they are atrocious and i'm glad i didn't sell any copies. i would hate to have them out there. the new versions will be flawless. i am seeing to it. the punctuation is sporadic. and it turns out i'm doing some revising and rewriting. i've been reading more professional published poets and taking a clue from their editing fanaticism. maybe it's better i just do raw poetry. even when i change something it's never big. never big enough to change the tone or meaning or add to it or take away from it. just a preposition here and there, and extra descriptive word when it fits. this reminds, me, i wanted to edit a short story i wrote on allpoetry today. i'm going to go continue playing there. i like it when i comment on fifty people and then go to sleep and wake up to a hundred comment applause and comments on my own stuff. plus contests are ending today and i want to enter as many as my muse will allow.
2013, cyd, new

I just got this notice on the site

Congratulations Cydniey Buffers! You were the top allpoetry commentor for today with 47 comments, and so have been given a free 1 week GOLD membership! Keep up the good work! Please re-login to see it updated.

A week of selfies!!! i have to go find good poems to post to be featured on the front page! and i have to get some pictures together. and maybe i can find some of those old googie backgrounds in light colors to use in my posts. oh! this will be so fun! and all it takes is 50 comments to get the most for the day? hell, i have nothing but free time, i could keep myself in gold for life this way. i've already commented on twenty poems this morning and i've only been at it for an hour and a half.
2013, cyd, new

i may get to it

i am the Mad Poetry Commentor. I cannot be stopped. I can find something redeeming or something postive to say about any poem i read. and i proved that i can write fiction. there was a contest, and the prompt was a poem thankful to god for sparking an ember into a flame. i don't know how praise-ful i was, but i gave him credit.

i found all the old googie backgrounds. i chose a nice understated one for the bulk of the poems, and similar colored ones for new poems. i haven't started putting selfies on my work yet. i could go back and do that to all the stuff i've posted before. it's a nice way to show off my photography. frankly i haven't put up any of the older stuff in this newest marathon. i've been too busy writing new stuff for contests. i've been writing haiku like mad. i would never host a haiku contest, it would be too hard to judge based on 17 syllables, unless it just blew me out of the water, which is hard to do. i may read and comment on it, but i haven't found what i would call a good poem.

some of the ones entered in my latest contest are good-ish. no break out stars, but i have found a couple of new favorites.

i know my poetry isn't that great, not when compared with the master. but i try, and i keep trying and if i ever stop entering poetry contests with set subjects, i may get to it.
2013, cyd, new

look at them harshly enough

i made enough comments over night to earn enough points to run another contest, and i have to say, i love running contests. it's a way of hand picking poets, you give them the subject, or form and they come to you. i have found some really gifted people in my contests. i'm running three concurrently at this time. One is a dark image prompt with a picture I found on pinterest that i thought someone could do something gothy with, i was in a goth mood. i have another one to write a ditty, with Dalek I Love You's "Happy" as a prompt, that has brought out some interesting humor. and my newest one is the biggest challenge:

Jabberwocky Prompt Contest
This theme is a bit tricky. It’s meant to be a challenge. Take it in the spirit with which it is intended.

“"Jabberwocky" is a nonsense poem written by Lewis Carroll in his 1871 novel Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There, a sequel to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. The book tells of Alice's adventures within the back-to-front world of a looking glass.
In an early scene in which she first encounters the chess piece characters White King and White Queen, Alice finds a book written in a seemingly unintelligible language. Realising that she is travelling through an inverted world, she recognises that the verse on the pages are written in mirror-writing. She holds a mirror to one of the poems, and reads the reflected verse of "Jabberwocky". She finds the nonsense verse as puzzling as the odd land she has passed into, later revealed as a dreamscape.
"Jabberwocky" is considered one of the greatest nonsense poems written in English. Its playful, whimsical language has given English nonsense words and neologisms such as "galumphing" and "chortle".” - Wikipedia


The poem is as follows:

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


I’m not looking for you to concoct a whole new language; I’m just fascinated by nonsense poems. So a few new words may be called for. In structured verse or free verse. It doesn’t have to rhyme to be nonsense.

Wikipedia Defines Nonsense Verse as such:
“Nonsense verse is a form of light, often rhythmical verse, often for children, depicting peculiar characters in amusing and fantastical situations. It is whimsical and humorous in tone and tends to employ fanciful phrases and meaningless made-up words.”
So I’m looking for fantastical. Adult themes and language are okay, though I would prefer no erotic work just because it could get too weird and I am in no mood for that particular kind of weird.

Down to business:
- NO strange CaPs typing
- 50-300 lines should be enough, though if you’re good, I won’t penalize you for going over.
- Punctuation is Important, I can’t read it the way you intended it without punctuation.
- No pre-written poems
- If the meaning of your words aren’t apparent through the context of the piece (for example, what the hell is a “mome rath”?), please provide some definitions in the Author’s Notes.
- Not to be hating on anyone, this hasn’t been a problem, but I don’t want it to be.
- I’ve let this run long because I want to encourage people to try it. It can be very freeing.

it's not for a whole lot of points. it's mostly for the challenge of it.

i can't wait to have another one. i used a Bukowski poem as a prompt in one of them, i'm just collecting the favorites from that contest. they are all good.

Chewy just gave Felix a bath. it was so cute. i was too mesmerized to grab the camera.

oh, doc will be home in less than an hour. cool. we have to do home maintenance stuff today. i have to stay awake. and i have to keep him awake, because he goes to sleep for a nap and i end up going to sleep for the day. and we need to get this stuff done. including fixing the fence outside to keep the dog in and fixing the vertical blinds because one of the things fell down. now i need to duct tape and paperclip it to get it to hang nicely again. i hate vertical blinds, i really do. they are made so cheaply in these apartments. even the mini blinds are cheap. the cats have managed to destroy most of them, and they did no damage to the blinds in the apartment. these blinds just fall apart if you look at them harshly enough.
2013, cyd, new

stuff

my brain is fried. i couldn't possibly come up with another metaphor or vivid image. i couldn't possibly read one more bad poem. i can do 50+ comments per week for the free gold membership, but it's going to wipe me out after a while. i have 30 or so comments now. i can take a couple of days off, or just do a few a day. no more of these three day marathons.

i have to help doc with some things around the house, and then i am passing out. for many hours. curled up in my white hospital blanket with the cat drool stains and my dog with the bad breath.

i've written some thirty poems in the past month. not bad. i don't remember a one of them. they are written in haste and rarely thought of again, until someone comments on one and i wonder what they are talking about. then i go and read the piece. most of them are written at some prompt or another, and wouldn't really stand on their own.

okay, home tasks finished. time to sleep and rest my mind. i want to wake up and do some designing and photo stuff.