Auteur Challenge: Do you know your poets?

I started a spreadsheet of poems and poets but didn't keep it up :
- forgot where I left off (should have added that below the table) and didn't feel
like starting over.
- even thought the extension was .xls it really was .xlsx and OpenOffice at work couldn't open it
 
Who would have thought eh that one day being on somebody's spread sheets wouldn't be in the least erotic?
 
This has kept me awake into the wee hours - what a great challenge but next time let's keep to no more than four please :) I'm sure I've got them all wrong.....

1. PandoraGlitters
2. Lauren Hynde
3.The Fool
4. remec
5. Chipbutty
6. Champagne
7. Wicked Eve
8. EroticOregeny
9. Angeline
 
Drum roll.....

1. Chipbutty
2. Lauren Hynde
3. The Fool
4. EroticOrogeny
5. Remec
6. Pandora Glitters
7. Champagne 1982
8. Tristesse2
9. Angeline
 
Late as always, but I enjoyed writing the poem. It was a thrill seeing all the great poets that were guessed as having written the poem I did, and also seeing that a lot of you guessed me right.
 
Well I got 2 right which by the look of it is as good as anyone!

I only got 1, since I'm sure my putting Eve in my spot doesn't count *g*; but I find it curious that two of my 'misses' (as it were) involved pairs of authors whom I mistook for each other (angeline and chipbutty, Tristesse and Pandora).
I'm glad I found that muse after all; this was fun. :)


:cool:
 
Yes, it was a good challenge, so thank you dear Charley for the ideas! I can't believe I had Dora right and changed it, but it does sound like something Eve might write. Sort of. :D And Lauren, you I'd know anywhere, hehe.
 
one! just one! omg *hangs head in shame*


the only thing that makes it more palatable is that most of you lot got it wrong, too *snerk* and you've known eachother's writing way longer than i have.

but one? ffs. i as sure i had more than that :D but i DID get EO right. and he was one i was sure about. *nods*


great challenge, Charley :rose:
 
chipbutty 1, 5

Angeline 8
champagne1982 5

EroticOrogeny 4
Lauren Hynde 3
PandoraGlitters 7,
Remec 7
The Fool 9
Tristesse2 2
Wicked Eve 6?


1. Chipbutty
X2. Lauren Hynde
X3. The Fool
4. EroticOrogeny
X5. Remec
X 6. Pandora Glitters
X7. Champagne 1982
X8. Tristesse2
X9. Angeline


Dayum, I did not know eve didn't write one, that really threw me for a loop, I read them over and over trying to find her. I thought there was an extra poem, not an extra poet! Doh! I need to read the directions more carefully.

Two right, which is better than I thought. I can't believe I did not get Ange and Tess!
 
This is LONG ... sorry in advance.

EO was one of the poets that took me by surprise. Honestly, if I didn't know that he wrote his piece, I'd have never guessed he did. I'd be interested, Chippy, as to why you were absolutely certain about why he wrote that piece. What gave it away? Actually, I'll ask this same question to all of you who were absolutely certain about which poet wrote which poem (and I'm sure the poets would be interested as well). :)

Admittedly, all the poems were excellent and I was thrilled that Ang joined the party at the last minute. I was sorry that Anna posted that she wasn't writing a poem before I woke up, otherwise I'd have badgered her into writing like I did Remec and Angeline, or at least she'd have been part of my Red Herring plot!

Since I've known from the beginning who wrote which poem, I can't really comment on what aspects of each poem gave the poets away, and so I'll just make some brief comments.

Chippy: The initial italicized portion of your poem is fascinating. It reminds me of a song, or at the very least it seems familiar to me somehow. Is it, or did you create it yourself? I also adored this:
your red red bricks keep tally
of each sheet each towel each key
For me, at least, these lines really drove home the lush and long history of the Chelsea, but it's the flamboyance of the rest of the stanza that truly ties into your last line (me thinks you were referring to Quentin Crisp).

Lauren: Well, you're my honey, what can I say about your poem other than I LOVE IT, but then I love you as well and I know your writing as intimately as ... :devil:

The Fool: I said from the beginning that I was surprised and tickled by the subject. I didn't think anyone would even broach a 'Walk on the Wild Side', but you did. I really love this:
Old ribbons make excellent knots
that tie me down
around my thought.
It suits that whole push away and pull in aspect of the rest of your poem.

EO: Already commented.

Remec: You are a last minute guy. I've always known that about you, but you rise to the occasion. I love your contemporary take. It steers away from the nostalgia and offers a crisp view through today's eye.

Pandora, Pandora, Pandora, what can I say? Others may have different opinions, but what a brilliant piece. Good God, you are one talented bitch! I love all the poems, but yours is the one that resonates for me ... so disjointed, and yet so put together. I suppose a difference between what's going on inside an individual and what that individual looks like on the outside. Not sure, I've no idea about who Shirley Clarke is or if she is real, but what a powerhouse of a piece IMO. I especially adore your last stanza, just a gorgeous moment of lucidity, insanity, lucidity:
I want to tell my neighbor at the Chelsea
Isn't the red of home glorious? Like a whore
in the middle of the street, laced up
in black wrought iron. I saw her packing
boxes in the hall the decals too constant
a ghost. I'm lucky my ghosts
get caught on film. I laugh when
I pack them in cannisters.

Champagne: I think I love Dylan Thomas more for his prose than his poetry, but you truly do him and other residents justice with your multiple references. Above all, it's the intricate structure that carries the poem for me and brings it all together in the end. I really like the flow, the rhyme and the repetition throughout.

Tess: What I always adore about your poetry is your straightforward contemporary approach. You always get to the heart of the matter, or 'meat' or 'heat' in this case! Your rhymes are practically invisible and that makes the flow beautiful. Definitely an erotic piece, here, babe! Vunderbar.

Angeline: Like I said to Lauren, I say, sort of, to you. I may not know your writing as intimately as your private parts in this case, but I know your writing and LOVE YOU!
 
Drum roll.....

1. Chipbutty
2. Lauren Hynde
3. The Fool
4. EroticOrogeny
5. Remec
6. Pandora Glitters
7. Champagne 1982
8. Tristesse2
9. Angeline


I got two, and would have had three right if I had gone with my initial instinct that Dora wrote that sixth poem posted. I originally had it right, but that darn Fool guessed Eve, and I looked again and thought hmmm kinda too many words for Eve but it's twisted and has a photographer, so it must be Eve. Where is that Fool? I need to spank him. :devil:

But I am very very pleased that Ms. Swirls loved my poem, because she has good taste in good poems. Otoh if anyone else had said they loved my poem I'd think they have great taste, too. Ahem.

I need to go read EO's poems. I did not have a clue, not a clue about his. And I shoulda got Champ and Tess right, but I couldn't imagine Champ writing about microdot (which shows I DO think Tess is capable of um familiarity with hallucinogens).

I just had a feeling that first one was Chip. I haven't read a lot lotta of her but I think her voice is distinctive. And Lauren's poems I can guess with my eyes closed and one hand tied behind my back and uh you get the idea. Even though unlike Charley I have NOT seen her private parts. But I'm pretty sure we've discussed them once or twice.

So Charley dahling, mistress challenge extraordinnaire? How's about a challenge now for the folks who didn't participate this time? And the ones who did can not write and just guess. Would anyone be interested in that?

PS To those of you who didn't get my poem right: yes, I do occasionally write about fucking. :p
 
EO's was the only one I was sure of so now I am sitting here wondering why

You've written together a lot, haven't you? I mean seen each other's poems in Survivor and other challenges and just the threads, right? That's why I recognize Lauren's. We've written together a lot and edited each other's poems, so I've thought about her writing quite a bit.
 
You've written together a lot, haven't you? I mean seen each other's poems in Survivor and other challenges and just the threads, right? That's why I recognize Lauren's. We've written together a lot and edited each other's poems, so I've thought about her writing quite a bit.

I'm thinking I know why his style immediately grabbed me but finding it hard to put into words ....... more succinct maybe
 
So Charley dahling, mistress challenge extraordinnaire? How's about a challenge now for the folks who didn't participate this time? And the ones who did can not write and just guess. Would anyone be interested in that?
I am, but, well, it's not my best effort ...

Rumours in Chelsea

I've heard echoes that Stan was the man
and seen paintings that Kilroy was here.

I doubt it.

Harry Smith lived here and died.
I cradled him in my arms.
Edie set my skin on fire,
but I've long been junkie-proof
her comeuppance justly served.
Villians have come, gone, returned
and so to have the prophets
and all their frenzied minions.
Edie set my skin ablaze.
Warhol introduced me to
SUPERstars. Noise loved Nico.
One Dylan choked on his heart;
the other wrote songs from his.
Patti carried Robert out
my legs were still strong enough
to see him go. I trembled.
Uma was here, did you know?
Edie set my skin on fire.

I hear rumours that Stan is the man
and see paintings that Kilroy is here.

I doubt it.
 
The two (probably the only two) I would have gotten right, provided I had ever finished looking at them was chipbutty and EO. CB often uses strings of very short lines, as in the start of her third strophe, and also often uses "i" for I. Other poets sometimes do these things as well, but it gave me something to guess on. She also uses the term "en suite", which would (I think) be unusual for an American (at least in my part of the country), but would be very typical for a European.

EO often uses a lot of alliteration--more than most poets, I think--as in his challenge poem, which is why I would have picked that one as being by him.

I tried looking for spelling differences, but found very few and the one I remember would have screwed me up. I would not have picked Remec's poem as being by him because of his spelling of "moulding", which I think is usually UK/Canada spelling.

I did figure Eve did not write any of the poems, as none of the poems looked at all like her style.

I probably would have got Tess and Champie backwards, largely because I think of Champ as the more likely to have written a form poem. Likewise, I would have picked Dora and Angie wrong-way 'round, though if I had really been paying attention, I should have figured that out correctly, particularly the last strophe of Angeline's, which sounds very much like her "jazzy" mode.

Excellent poems, all. I thought Angeline's was particularly brilliant, with Dora's a close second.

Cool challenge, BTW.
 
The two (probably the only two) I would have gotten right, provided I had ever finished looking at them was chipbutty and EO. CB often uses strings of very short lines, as in the start of her third strophe, and also often uses "i" for I. Other poets sometimes do these things as well, but it gave me something to guess on. She also uses the term "en suite", which would (I think) be unusual for an American (at least in my part of the country), but would be very typical for a European.

EO often uses a lot of alliteration--more than most poets, I think--as in his challenge poem, which is why I would have picked that one as being by him.

I tried looking for spelling differences, but found very few and the one I remember would have screwed me up. I would not have picked Remec's poem as being by him because of his spelling of "moulding", which I think is usually UK/Canada spelling.

I did figure Eve did not write any of the poems, as none of the poems looked at all like her style.

I probably would have got Tess and Champie backwards, largely because I think of Champ as the more likely to have written a form poem. Likewise, I would have picked Dora and Angie wrong-way 'round, though if I had really been paying attention, I should have figured that out correctly, particularly the last strophe of Angeline's, which sounds very much like her "jazzy" mode.

Excellent poems, all. I thought Angeline's was particularly brilliant, with Dora's a close second.

Cool challenge, BTW.

My daughter is a finalist for prom queen. She told me today she made the final five, the Queen and her court. I feel like her, a finalist for prom queen when you (whose poeting I much admire) say my poem is brilliant. Thank you. :)

PS She's very excited, but when I said how will you feel if you win, she said "like a cliche" and started laughing, so at least her perspective is good.

PSS When I asked if her date could video her standing with the court and waving and saying "Hi Mom," she said "not a chance." Rotten kid.
 
I am, but, well, it's not my best effort ...

Rumours in Chelsea

I've heard echoes that Stan was the man
and seen paintings that Kilroy was here.

I doubt it.

Harry Smith lived here and died.
I cradled him in my arms.
Edie set my skin on fire,
but I've long been junkie-proof
her comeuppance justly served.
Villians have come, gone, returned
and so to have the prophets
and all their frenzied minions.
Edie set my skin ablaze.
Warhol introduced me to
SUPERstars. Noise loved Nico.
One Dylan choked on his heart;
the other wrote songs from his.
Patti carried Robert out
my legs were still strong enough
to see him go. I trembled.
Uma was here, did you know?
Edie set my skin on fire.

I hear rumours that Stan is the man
and see paintings that Kilroy is here.

I doubt it.

Gah. You were supposed to let me guess! But I think you showed me this already, no? The repetition of "Edie set my skin on fire" is perfect. And I love the voice of the hotel as narrator.
 
My daughter is a finalist for prom queen. She told me today she made the final five, the Queen and her court. I feel like her, a finalist for prom queen when you (whose poeting I much admire) say my poem is brilliant. Thank you. :)
You're welcome, of course. I merely said what I thought. I really liked that poem. It's a very good poem.

Y'know, I never attended a prom--Junior, Senior, Tolo--all through high school. I could have, as there were girls I know would have gone with me, girls I know wanted me to ask them, but I never did. It never seemed like an interesting thing to do, I suppose.

I feel bad about that now, because I should have taken those girls who wanted me to ask them. I know it doesn't matter to either them or me at this point, but it was thoughtless at the time. Selfish, even if they found other dates, which I'm sure they did.

Just one more reason I'll probably be reincarnated as a cricket or something in my next go-round in life. One fed to a pet iguana, perhaps.

At least that'll be short.

Good luck to your daughter, assuming she wants to be queen. It sounds like she'll be OK with it however it turns out.
 
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Drum roll.....

1. Chipbutty
2. Lauren Hynde
3. The Fool
4. EroticOrogeny
5. Remec
6. Pandora Glitters
7. Champagne 1982
8. Tristesse2
9. Angeline
chip's voice was pretty distinctive with 4 people guessing her as the author of Midnight in Chelsea
Lauren had her poem recognized by 5 people
EO shares that distinction with Lauren tied at 5 knowing his voice
Eve was blamed for 'dora's Shirley Clarke to Her Shrink 5 times… my defence for getting that wrong and blaming 'dora for my poem was that I thought Ms Glitters was the spoiler
Tess and I were confused most often (4 times) and a large number (4) felt The Fool had Ange's voice
Ange and Remec were all over the chart with only 2 correct guesses made on their poems.
Definitely an interesting challenge and I do have a spread sheet of these findings. If you want it, send me a pm and I'll shoot it out to your email.
 
You're welcome, of course. I merely said what I thought. I really liked that poem. It's a very good poem.

Y'know, I never attended a prom--Junior, Senior, Tolo--all through high school. I could have, as there were girls I know would have gone with me, girls I know wanted me to ask them, but I never did. It never seemed like an interesting thing to do, I suppose.

I feel bad about that now, because I should have taken those girls who wanted me to ask them. I know it doesn't matter to either them or me at this point, but it was thoughtless at the time. Selfish, even if they found other dates, which I'm sure they did.

Just one more reason I'll probably be reincarnated as a cricket or something in my next go-round in life. One fed to a pet iguana, perhaps.

At least that'll be short.

Good luck to your daughter, assuming she wants to be queen. It sounds like she'll be OK with it however it turns out.

She is reacting the way you might imagine an 18 year old would: she is playing it down and rolling her eyes but is secretly thrilled. And she and her 3 million closest bff's are having serious, minute by minute, play by play drama about the whole thing. Textbook teenagerness.

I went to my senior prom with (I am not making this up) Skippy Bukowski. No relation to the poet. The prom theme was We've Only Just Begun. Afterward we went to The Hawaiian Cottage, a Tiki fantasy of a restaurant with a floor show. On the way home, I recall (and you'll appreciate this) The Byrds Eight Miles High came on the radio and Skippy changed the station to Archie Bell and the Drells Tighten Up. And at that moment I knew we could never be together. But we did go to the beach to watch the sun rise over the Jersey shore, cause that's how we rolled then.
 
She is reacting the way you might imagine an 18 year old would: she is playing it down and rolling her eyes but is secretly thrilled. And she and her 3 million closest bff's are having serious, minute by minute, play by play drama about the whole thing. Textbook teenagerness.
Well, it is almost certainly better to be part of the court than not, teenagerishly, I think. So I hope she's happy.

In any case, if she's at all like her Mum, she's bright and talented, which bodes better for her in the long run than transient things like being named belle of the ball.

Still hope she wins, if she wants it, though. I would, if I was an 18 year-old girl.

Which I am not. :rolleyes:
I went to my senior prom with (I am not making this up) Skippy Bukowski. No relation to the poet. The prom theme was We've Only Just Begun. Afterward we went to The Hawaiian Cottage, a Tiki fantasy of a restaurant with a floor show. On the way home, I recall (and you'll appreciate this) The Byrds Eight Miles High came on the radio and Skippy changed the station to Archie Bell and the Drells Tighten Up. And at that moment I knew we could never be together. But we did go to the beach to watch the sun rise over the Jersey shore, cause that's how we rolled then.
Archie Bell & the Drells (please get your typography down properly, Ms. A) would be OK, I suppose. Have nothing against them. But you're right--I idolize the Byrds, and my all-time fave Byrdsism is Eight Miles High. I played a 12-string guitar for years afterwards, a 'cuz of that song.

(Played it badly, of course, but that's a whole different thing.)

Skippy Bukowski?! Get outta here!

Oh. Jersey.

Right.
 
Interesting challenge. Glorious writes.

I still had to snicker that Ange said fuck. Sometimes I think she wears a halo. Other times I know that halo is made of tin foil wrapped around coat hanger wire.
 
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