Re: Lilyism
Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 4:12 pm
I don't want to, really. Don't be an idiot, Ray ... How to Lose Friends Immediately: Write Comments On Their Poems! Why do you think I've been keeping my head down and moaning at length about crit requirements?
That said, let's have a go at ya ....
Lily wakes up prematurely --------------------- "early" ... why prematurely? indicates st that doesn't happen
make-up, lipstick, powder nose ............... commas help
Lily pads and prowls the lounge
pirouettes expensive toes ................... 'delightful', or 'her sexy'? -- why expensive?
Lily looks askance at laundry
socks and knickers decompose ............. right on!
Lily puts her records on
harmonising talent shows ...................... OK, just about: how about 'improving on the'
Lily practises her smile ......................... 'works upon'
wearing pantomimic clothes ................... 'wears a wardrobe full of clothes'
Lily taps and points her feet
at the apostolic rows ........................... nope! cut this stanza: apostolic?? Is she fucking a bishop?
Lily snaps her fingers and ........................ weak 'and'; Lily snaps her fingers, snap!
the lads adopt a slavish pose ................... 'boys' -- the lads are serious blokes
Lily disses little sister
scratches hisses bruised egos ................... this bit adds nothing; CUT!
Lily chats on MSN
emoticonic overdose ............................. 'emoticonic'?? -- 'toothy, gleaming' or some such
Lily is beside herself
third person singular she goes ................ yes, well, of course, as in "She". CUT
So now you're pissed. Slightly annoyed, anyway: what the fuck'd you expect? I told you I'd rather write bleedin poems and dodge the bricks and stones and eggs and cabbages people throw at me than do the same to others. I hate doing crits on other people's work!!! Anyway, this is what I think I would do if I were responsible for this poem. You asked, you got. There's a lot of good stuff you've got going there. I just wish you hadn't used my mother's nickname!
Slán anois,
Bren
That said, let's have a go at ya ....
Lily wakes up prematurely --------------------- "early" ... why prematurely? indicates st that doesn't happen
make-up, lipstick, powder nose ............... commas help
Lily pads and prowls the lounge
pirouettes expensive toes ................... 'delightful', or 'her sexy'? -- why expensive?
Lily looks askance at laundry
socks and knickers decompose ............. right on!
Lily puts her records on
harmonising talent shows ...................... OK, just about: how about 'improving on the'
Lily practises her smile ......................... 'works upon'
wearing pantomimic clothes ................... 'wears a wardrobe full of clothes'
Lily taps and points her feet
at the apostolic rows ........................... nope! cut this stanza: apostolic?? Is she fucking a bishop?
Lily snaps her fingers and ........................ weak 'and'; Lily snaps her fingers, snap!
the lads adopt a slavish pose ................... 'boys' -- the lads are serious blokes
Lily disses little sister
scratches hisses bruised egos ................... this bit adds nothing; CUT!
Lily chats on MSN
emoticonic overdose ............................. 'emoticonic'?? -- 'toothy, gleaming' or some such
Lily is beside herself
third person singular she goes ................ yes, well, of course, as in "She". CUT
So now you're pissed. Slightly annoyed, anyway: what the fuck'd you expect? I told you I'd rather write bleedin poems and dodge the bricks and stones and eggs and cabbages people throw at me than do the same to others. I hate doing crits on other people's work!!! Anyway, this is what I think I would do if I were responsible for this poem. You asked, you got. There's a lot of good stuff you've got going there. I just wish you hadn't used my mother's nickname!
Slán anois,
Bren