All Comments on 'The Poem That Will Fuck You Up'

it's not just hype! You really are. You know what I think of this poem, and I'm recommending it even though it's not my day, lol. love you sweetheart. xo

and I am left speechless. Hm. Well, semi-speechless since I've managed to say this much :D A rich blend of sensually textured language and violent imagery on first reading, so I will let it soak in more :)

I never would have thought a poem about writing poetry could be so moving. But it is. Thank you for making my day a little more enlightened.

Well done Lauren, as always.

but then, your poetry always has an amazing effect on my soul. :) this one made me wish I could wrap myself in it and stay forever, tasting every nuance and syllable

You have a big brain that goes to really cool places.

it is exactly like dreams we dream all the time,,,, a set of kaleidoscopic images moving through our subconscious mind,,,, vivid as dandelions in a hot afternoon sun, with bees buzzing around,,, yet fleeting as the fluttering of quarks and its other friends in a world of their own, of their own making, beyond the reach or understanding of man the naked ape who dares to dream,,,

Lovely, as always. You make purty words - Snerts like 'em. Brava!

I don't understand poetry to begin with else I would surely be messed up now :)

-Colly

It's that good.

That was possibly one of the more visceral reactions I've had to words on a page.

You know me, and I'll confess, braving vivisection; I tend to think of poetry as a cop-out from dealing with all the hard parts of prose, a cheap excuse to skip to the tangible punches you have to work for in literature.

Thank sombody's god you always manage to prove me dead wrong. I love you for that.

Insidious, insightful, insinuating...

Committing my cardinal sin of alliteration, breathless, in your name....

>;.D

to have you as a tour guide.....but worth the risk....always new and well observed...refreshing and energizing...just wonder how you find these places.

Your poems speak to something inside me that sometimes makes me sad. But not in a terrible way; in a bittersweet, longing way. You write lovely, Lauren. Thank you for sharing your talent.

Honey

One of the best poems I have read here.

I think this would read far better without the paragraph "I let the days crumble." You had a neat symmetry going and then you ruined it. (the tense change in the middle of that paragraph doesn't help much) Also, why the hokey title? The poem isn't fucking up anything, it's just a mismash of ideas, some evocative, some pretty silly (e.g. the persimmons)

but a little abstruse for me.