[New-Poetry] Poetic dialogue? [New Poetry]

[Anny Ballardini]

Are you sure you are talking of Richard Dillon? I know that Kent Johnson is 
a Master in these kinds of tricks, but it does not seem to me his style, if 
of style we have to speak. We are anyhow sharing the same feeling, be it 
whoever it might be.


----- Original Message ----- 
From: <dick at pkmfgvm4.vnet.ibm.com>
To: <new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu>
Sent: Wednesday, December 27, 2006 9:02 PM
Subject: [New-Poetry] Poetic dialogue? [New Poetry]


> Is anyone else besides me reminded of Richard Dillon and his trying
> out various personae on this list, by this submission?
>
> Richard
>
> ***** Reply to your file: NEW-POET NOTE of: 12/27 08:15:38 ***************
>> ----- Original Message -----
>> *From:* Rebuketheworld at aol.com
>> *To:* new-poetry at wiz.cath.vt.edu
>> *Sent:* Tuesday, December 26, 2006 5:04 AM
>> *Subject:* [New-Poetry] Poetic dialogue?
>>
>>
>>
>> Its been interesting following the feedback others give here. I would 
>> feel
>> insanely grateful for any feedback you would have for my poetic dialogue. 
>> I
>> can't say if a box fits me but this is what inspires me. I am grown up
>> enough to take criticism so I appreciated your time.
>> Best regards, Raven Smith
>>
>>
>> 16- Random Thoughts 
>> Connected...<http://journals.aol.com/rebuketheworld/RandomThoughtsConnected/>
>>
>> In my dreams, a chateau took form. Native to what was to come my fingers
>> cast the arsonist as its masterpiece.  Long suffering did not know the
>> pucker of a vanishing tongue for I was the hearer of illusions, kissing
>> nightmares under creaky doorways.  Unburdened, I once danced to expected
>> loves return. As sweet camouflage played, the attending antiquity was 
>> born
>> in walls. Applauding mirrors mesmerize imitations in such a way that the
>> enduring flair of an outsider carries sanity to the flame.  How eerie it 
>> is
>> to find myself emptied by wisdom, sitting alone as reflection paints 
>> anew.
>> Intimacy must know my stories to touch the treasured forbidden pulse. 
>> Can't
>> I paraphrase the finale of my loathing that you might know enough? Here 
>> lays
>> the ruins from embezzled love and yet look at how magnificent it all is.
>> The crumbling walls will illuminate what's caged and fallen and the 
>> splinter
>> will dream of its depart.
>>