I like what Jenifer wrote.
Ass raping a work isn't the only way to apply critical analysis. Any thug can offer
that. Just like any retard can offer unqualified "advice".
Maybe I can say it best that when I read critically I have two separate views.
Number one may be considered, if you will permit me an analogy, the letter of the
law. The grammar is bad, the spelling is bad, there are clichés...
And number two is, to continue the analogy, the spirit of the law. The poem has some
moments. For all it's spelling errors, and clichés, it has that something running
through it which makes for a good pome.
So. We have the letter of the law, and the spirit of the law. It becomes rilly
obvious who you are dealing with when reading critically. You can jump up and down
and swear to Jesus Christ, Shiva, Lord Vishnu, and Buddha that my mom is a whore
and I eat her shit, and I'll go:
Huh. I get it. You're saying that the enjambment doesn't work for you, and my
metaphors suck ass. Okay. Let me see what I can come up with.
And the argument is that new people should also be prepared to have their lineage
questioned, to be insulted, and to have their work ripped apart to be laughed at and
scorned.
Well. It is fun to make fun of people's efforts.
And it is even helpful. Sometimes.
I think that mostly it depends upon the person being critiqued...
Hi. I am new to poetry - writing - speech making - web designing... and I was
wondering if anyone would like to look the following over to see if they can
see mistakes. I'm fairly new, so I don't know what to ask for, but I was trying to
achieve an awareness of place, and I was working on setting. I know my dialog sucks,
so suggestions there would be welcomed.So, a lot of it is the person offering work up for critical analysis. Asking for
what you need is important, otherwise it's hard to know exactly what to offer you
that may be helpful for you.
Again. If you got value out of being ass raped in the crits you received, then pass
that along in the way it was helpful for you.
I think that's all I have to say. Except that being nicey-nice just made me sick.
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Okay,
Father Luke