Justin Hyde ...
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Gerard K H Love
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Did you mean: Hitlerite ?
Hit·ler·ism (htl-rzm)
n.
The fascistic and nationalistic theories and practices of Adolf Hitler and the Nazis.
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Hitler·ite (-l-rt) adj. & n.
Father Luke
Founding member
Olaf has admitted to being dyslexic.
Not a crime.
I think he's also a charmer.
Long winded, but a charmer.
* kof *
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
Comparing me to Hitler, not charming.
I do like Olaf even though he throws big rocks wrapped in obscure verbage that translate into to some nasty crap.
Hitlerite, fellate. I know it might be frustrating to be a postal emplyee but at some point you need to establish who your friends are, and treat them as such.
Other than that he's a nice guy.;)
I do like Olaf even though he throws big rocks wrapped in obscure verbage that translate into to some nasty crap.
Hitlerite, fellate. I know it might be frustrating to be a postal emplyee but at some point you need to establish who your friends are, and treat them as such.
Other than that he's a nice guy.;)
Father Luke
Founding member
Well, I read Olaf as saying:
At the risk of appearing to take sides,
I think he was comparing himself to Hill Ter,
and not comparing you, nor anyone else.
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Okay,
Father Luke
Father Luke
Founding member
Yes.
Well, I don't feel like running all the way though these posts because they go off topic (mostly to hilarious extents) but I e-mailed Hyde because I really do enjoy his poetry. He's lovely and quite funny, actually. Apparently going through his divorce has made him kind of bitter. Perhaps more poetry will ensue. But regardless, without provocation, he sent me his recently published book. Nice guy, good poetry. The next Buk? Doubtful. But they have similar vulgar undertones, ha.
That's all I've got.
That's all I've got.
Lolita Twist
Rose-hustler
vodka said:
Agree with vodka and otheres that there is not and cannot be a "next Bukowski". Buk is Buk.
there was a bum on the streets of the village in NYC during the 80's that would write a poem, subject of your choice, for 5 bucks. I have three. One on the Inquisition, another about "travails" and yet another about Iron Mike Tyson. They are put away, unworthy...but all poetry must arrive unsolicited. Beware that some of it isnt pertinent.
bospress.net
www.bospress.net
This guy sold one for $2.81 last week on ebay, if I remember correctly. It is amazing that people bid on poetry from people like this. It could be great, or it could be complete garbage. I also love that Ginsberg told him that he wrote like Bukowski. I wonder if that was a stock insult that he pulled out from time to time. I do not believe that he liked the writing of Bukowski*, so that would NOT be a compliment coming from him.
Bill
* Can anyone recall if A.G. liked Buk's writing?
Bill
* Can anyone recall if A.G. liked Buk's writing?
Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
yeah , I did send him a question and he replied . This is what he wrote.
:eek:
Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
I think that I am going to ask him what is his favorite Bukowski book.;)
He said that "Alan Ginsberg" told him that once. Alan Ginsberg might be a "Real Estate" salesman from Yonkers, NY, or a janitor from Dubuque, IA (not that there's anything wrong with that). Allen Ginsberg was a poet (like him or not).
Who knows if it's a simple matter of a mis-spelling (sic) or perhaps the unread fine print.
Maybe it was Allyn Ginzburgh?
Who knows if it's a simple matter of a mis-spelling (sic) or perhaps the unread fine print.
Maybe it was Allyn Ginzburgh?
number6horse
okyoutwopixiesoutyougo
Nice detail catch there ! I'll bet the fucker knows 90% of the people reading that will assume that it's Ginsberg the poet. I did.
***returns to proofreading class with a scowl***
***returns to proofreading class with a scowl***
I looked up Alan Ginsberg in the PA white pages and got 6 hits to exact spelling. Many more with off spellings or initials. I guess I'll be on the phone for a while longer, mjp(;)) Thanks PS.
Justin Hyde
"imagine if socrates
showed up in america
today:
he'd probably walk coast to coast
a couple times
until he realized
what he was working with.
then he'd disappear
quietly into the woods
and send sparrows skyward
unzipping his soul
with a .357"
Excerpt from Justin Hyde's 'right before the ass-crack of 2am'
"imagine if socrates
showed up in america
today:
he'd probably walk coast to coast
a couple times
until he realized
what he was working with.
then he'd disappear
quietly into the woods
and send sparrows skyward
unzipping his soul
with a .357"
Excerpt from Justin Hyde's 'right before the ass-crack of 2am'
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Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
Very nice!
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bospress.net
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Hi,
He just relisted it with this description:
"My style is a combo of Dr. Seuss, Woody Guthrie, and Charles Bukowski (at least that is what my friend Al N. Ginsberg once told me)."
Now this is getting silly. I wonder how many people will fall for that!
Bill
Yeah, he already had 7 people or so bidding on one of his poems.
That's probably not even a picture of him anyway.
I bet you he's 15, and that was his crazy uncle walking out of some restroom that he took a picture of.
The guy also has a Bukowski button, with a heading underneath the title that says, "You know you want it"
ugh.
That's probably not even a picture of him anyway.
I bet you he's 15, and that was his crazy uncle walking out of some restroom that he took a picture of.
The guy also has a Bukowski button, with a heading underneath the title that says, "You know you want it"
ugh.
Lolita Twist
Rose-hustler
He shouldn't try.
After all, ain't that the advise?
After all, ain't that the advise?
Another by Justin Hyde:
//my grandfather was a deadeye//
he dropped pheasants
at eye-level,
doves with a pistol,
quarters thrown in the air
for shots of whiskey.
after he passed,
dad got his old
double barrel shotgun
lucy.
she hung
from two lengths of twine
in the basement
until i was fourteen.
i bought a box
of slug-shot
from wal-mart,
no note,
popped one in the left chamber
barrel in my throat
big toe on the trigger.
click.
i'd accidentally
had the
thumb-lever
set for
the right barrel.
sometimes i still hear it
in my dreams,
a dropped spoon
on the kitchen floor,
or a nail gun
dancing on a roof
off in some
distance.
//my grandfather was a deadeye//
he dropped pheasants
at eye-level,
doves with a pistol,
quarters thrown in the air
for shots of whiskey.
after he passed,
dad got his old
double barrel shotgun
lucy.
she hung
from two lengths of twine
in the basement
until i was fourteen.
i bought a box
of slug-shot
from wal-mart,
no note,
popped one in the left chamber
barrel in my throat
big toe on the trigger.
click.
i'd accidentally
had the
thumb-lever
set for
the right barrel.
sometimes i still hear it
in my dreams,
a dropped spoon
on the kitchen floor,
or a nail gun
dancing on a roof
off in some
distance.