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5/10/2017 11:24:48 AM
Nobel Prize Winner?	I would appreciate any and all critiques to improve my poetry writing. NOBEL PRIZE WINNER? Nasal, sand paper gritty voice. Why did he win the literature Nobel? “The answer my friend” may be “blowin’ in the wind.” What were the Swedes thinking when they voted, what were they on?. Probably sat around saying “everybody must get stoned.” Some probably opposed the vote How could it be unanimous? The yeas said “don’t stand in the doorway, don’t block up the hall.” The chair tried to contact this great man of counterculture poetry. No response. The notice on his website taken down. Surly, snarling, reclusive. His thought might have been “Go away from my window…… I’m not the one you need.” Will he come to Stockholm? Will he stay hidden? Perhaps we should ask Quinn the mighty Eskimo. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}
5/14/2017 1:13:55 PM
IED	Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE IED My legs like steel pistons when I ran, winning gold medals for galloping ovals. Lean, hard, taut, strong struts for farm work; pivot points for the Twist,Virginia Reel, or whirling my girl in a waltz. Twenty-mile marches with fifty-poundpack. Rough training, leading my company over rugged mountains and through waist-deep swamps. Legs that led our company on the silver bird and then off. In to the dirt, dust, heat of the hell of Iraq. Leading the patrol slowly putting one foot in front of the other, feeling for the enemy. A loud boom, a thunderclap. The sudden stab of pain, heat, burning in my legs. Then, sudden darkness. I saw myself racing, legs carrying me across the finish line first in every race. Dancing with my girl. I came to in a soft bed. Looked down the white sheet To where it dropped To meet the bed. Oliver McKeithan /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri",sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;}
5/14/2017 1:16:44 PM
Nobel Prize Winner?	This poem is not a diatribe. I grew with Dylan in the 60's and 70's and I am happy he won a Nobel Prize for literature. This was meant as tongue in cheek and using some lines from his songs. You may not care for it which is ok but it was my attempt at some humor.
5/15/2017 5:16:10 AM
Nobel Prize Winner?	You are entitled to your opinion. It would be a dull world if every poem ever written was liked and/or understood by every body. I have read this poem in two writing groups and presented it as one of my assignments in the Gotham on-line poetry writing classes and it was generally well received for what is was-humor. There were some who did not like it and others who suggested changes which I made because those changes did sound better. Obviously you know very little about Dylan's background.
7/3/2023 4:39:07 AM
Critique desired-thank you	Don't you understand what I'm trying tosay Can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today? If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away There'll be no one to save with the world in agrave Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scareyou, boy From “Eve of Destruction” by BarryMcGuire Can We Avoid It? The genie is out of the bottle. It cannot be put back. The Doomsday Clock is closer tomidnight. Iran is closer to the bomb. “Death to America and Israel” Israel can retaliate in kind. India and Pakistan Can annihilate each other With mushroom clouds of death. The incompetent Russian military Continues to stumble and fall Putin now rattles his nuclear sword. Once the button is pushed There is no running away No one will be left to save Let us fervently pray we can avoid it!
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