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I'm not certain about many of the things you have said in this comment. Why is enjoy the "wrong verb choice?" Why do you "struggle with the people peopling this poem?" What does that mean? Are you referring to the many people who "enjoyed" it? Are you saying you require me to argue my choice of words used herein?
I'm happy you enjoyed the comma.
Perhaps you could clarify. Is English your first language?
Yes... an academic. No, not at all. Calling yourself an academic in order to excuse yourself from incoherence. That's not going to fly here.
As to your comment on confusion, you seem to be the only one confused.
"party of one"
I'm not, as you can plainly see arguing anything you ignoramus. You just come across as pompous, confused and incoherent. However, I was uncertain, I turned to a couple trusty readers, and it's safe to say, your comment is obscure at best.
I could certainly show compassion. However, upon my first visit to your page and reading what you've posted there, I suppose I got a really bad impression. Perhaps the community would welcome you a bit more, if the first thing you did upon joining was something other than posting an insult to to the same community you wish to be a part of on your user page.
I admit that this place scares me. Many levels of talent. Many people married to their words. I cannot speak to the passion, purportedly what binds the community? (Is that right? Did I get that right?)
If so, Isn't it a bit on the masturbatory side of things? And remember -- whether you are for masturbation or all in a lather against it -- it is you who bring any weighty value to the word, much less the act!
"Pay up and buy your word concoctions some love?"
(As You Like It, of course -- carrying the risk of "too much of a good thing," and the potential need for potent antibiotics.)
But there is an innate rightness in that: Poetry should be a commodity, bought and sold. And maybe here, it's reached the thin air where ditties are bartered? And again, don't weigh down my word choice with judgment.
Just sit with it. Masturbatory, Community, Dripping Love Infectious Concoctions, A Commodities Exchange (What three applauding marauding hands can get you!), Bartered Ditties.
Hey, that's probably the most profound BrainBlurb I've had on poetics, ever!
Were I blessed to be in a band, "Bartered Ditties" might be a top twenty name choice.
I don't give a fuck what you do. lol
hey, guess what...
hey, guess what...
and wayyyyy up yours. man, you class up the joint.
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