bronzeage
I am a river to my people
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anyone else had trouble getting on Lit today? I finally had to get in via google chrome and it's still slow loading
I hope no one is bothered by my using the submission tool as a first-line of critique. I expect Many others edit multiple times before submitting. However, I find it speeds up my whole process if I get the big problems can be identified early so that I can be more scrupulous later-on, assured that I won't have to do a complete re-edit afterward.
For that reason, I hope you all will be especially brutal on me in the future. Point out problems which may, very well, leave my pieces crippled. It's a better alternative than accessorizing for an amputee.
Thanks for all the comments on After I Burnt Dinner.
Ange, my hubby would die of shame before he'd hit me (besides we are about the same size, so it would be on if he did). My father beat my mother.
Twelve, yes there is a little pandering going on but its more along the lines of seeking relief from being told that I am too cryptic. My subject matter always runs in this direction. Check out my poem in Chip's exercise thread. It's a tanka for the record; five lines, each a phrase, and the optional pivot line. (though I have cheated a little by giving it a title). I am spending sometime working in that form again because it is a centering experience. I liked the paint line but to each his own.
Thanks for the comments on my poem 1201, vrosej, Ange. Interesting and thought provoking as usual. Thanks for the compliment Ange
I feel a little guilty at the moment because of work load I can only pop my head round the metaphorical door for a couple of minutes at a time at the moement but hope to be around a little longer once I've got my current glut of work out of the way.
Dear Rose-
I'm sure you know domestic violence is a vicious cycle and I am so glad t o hear that the poem is not about you. It angered me when I read it, so Lady, you did a fabulous job. I did not leave a comment because I didn't know what I could add of value. But your poem brought back a tidal wave of memories.
My own parents had a tumultuous relationship and when I was 16, living with my dad, he called home one night and told me when he got home from work he was going to take his .38 and load it and that he had a bullet for each of us kids, my mom and then himself. He didn't handle the divorce well at all.
I took his gun to a neighbor who unloaded it for me and then took me to my mom's house. we called the local police who posted an officer at the house all night long. He eventually got over that one episode, but it affected me all my life.
Years later, when my youngest was 6, I overheard her and her cousin talking about their younger cousin who was 4. She had told them Papa had a gun in the truck. Well, I went over there, looked in his dash and there was that same .38, loaded and in reach of those kids. My kids. My sisters' kids. I had a flash of that 4 year old shooting herself or one of her cousins by accident so I took that weapon, and buried it.
The funny thing is, when he discovered it was gone, he knew I had taken it because I swore to him that one day I would and he would never get it back. The cops made me give it back to him after he "cooled" off because it was his and registered and he had a permit. I went to dig it up for him and it was gone but there were dog paw marks. My Lab had beat me to it. We rented metal detectors and searched 5 acres of land for days and couldn't find that gun.....until
When we moved several years later, I was dismantling the kennel and found that gun in the woods where the dog had dropped it. It was about 30 feet from where it was initially buried, partially covered with leaves, just across the neighbor's property line. They had moved and taken down the fence and I don't know how they didn't find that gun but they didn't.
It was still in the baggie but had rusted where the bag had begun to decompose. I found the little baggie with the bullets a few feet from it. My siblings remembered when my dad flipped back in '78 and I gave them each one of those bullets and I kept one and the ones he meant for them. They are in my jewelry box. Family violence makes memories that don't dissipate even when the family is gone. I'm so glad yours is happy.
~ j
i have read this, V, and love it! tomorrow i should have the son-free time to be able to think enough to make comment. and catch up on the others i've not yet read or read and not left a comment on yet. some goooooood stuff out there!Thanks to all those who commented on Hell Conceived For Ballerinas. SweetOb was right in that in arose from my seeing Black Swan but it took a will to percolate to the surface. 12, i tried it with three repeated lines (three being my favourite number in an OCD way) but it was gilding the lily. The permanently imperfect thing came from something I read about eating disorders years ago; that a lot of anorexics particularly are perfectionists and a lot of ballet dancers are anorexic so...
i got that a fair bit last week, annie - some muppet trying to stir things up. such a shame, isn't it? thank goodness there're muppeteers here. all for one and ...I just had a look at my submissions scores and by the look of it somebody has done a systematic sweep through the lot, but only one thought comes to mind really ..... I do so hope they stopped to read before heading back to Kindergarten
Have you got a job to go to chip? I could do with an editor, I hate editing. I have a comfortable box at the end of my bed in which you can snuggle up. Thanks for your comment on my poem, you make some good points, plenty to ponder over.
1201 It is a bit of a one sentence isn't it.
oops got to get back to football and a beer, good game, Bayern are playing some nice stuff.
i got that a fair bit last week, annie - some muppet trying to stir things up. such a shame, isn't it? thank goodness there're muppeteers here. all for one and ...
well, you know the rest
most of mine averaged out around 4.50 now they are 2s or less, there is a vindictive sod around and it's not like I've done anything except give an honest opinion on 'someones' poem. I've had some cracking putdowns on mine before now but it never entered my head to go to the trouble of sweeping through their submissions ....... some people should get out more. Actually I find it somewhat amusing which I don't suppose was his intention at all!
i'd imagine (hope) the glut of those will get swept, annie.
Hey Chip,
thanks for the mass comment spree! You've been busy!
After I Burnt Dinner is a tanka, so by definition has five lines.
Again
i've been unable to sit at this pc for long enough with my word-head on uninterrupted by no2 son's disruptive presence. i was trying to make up for lost time
ah, sorry, i completely missed the wood for the trees then, didn't i?
I gave you a five, although I was a little confused as tomost of mine averaged out around 4.50 now they are 2s or less, there is a vindictive sod around and it's not like I've done anything except give an honest opinion on 'someones' poem. I've had some cracking putdowns on mine before now but it never entered my head to go to the trouble of sweeping through their submissions ....... some people should get out more. Actually I find it somewhat amusing which I don't suppose was his intention at all!
I gave you a five, although I was a little confused as to
"gay abandon"
you can't let these jackasses bother you, I lost my H's, bye, bye, piss on 'em.
and I was just havin' a little fun with you, the correct term is new wave, not punk