Comments on: A Rare Underground Poetry Review: Killing Trout & Other Love Poems

By: BShay

BShay — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 18:51:52 +0000

Is it ever too late?
Take the dog on your date.
She’ll think you paternal,
and love spawns eternal.

By: Tom Chandler

Tom Chandler — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 18:38:32 +0000

Philip: Thanks for the Plath information – about 30 years too late.

By: Philip

Philip — Sun, 31 Aug 2008 16:31:59 +0000

Check out Ted Hughes’ “River” for a collection of some of the finest fishing poems ever written. He was a well known writer, married to Sylvia Plath, the talented poet who committed suicide. If you wanted to get laid in the early 70’s (at least by the smarter girls), familiarity with her work was often a prerequisite.
Anyway, “River” is out of print but easily found by searching the Intertubes.

By: Tom Chandler

Tom Chandler — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 23:54:05 +0000

The “expelling gas” reference was frankly way too close to the truth to be funny.

By: SMJ

SMJ — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 23:12:29 +0000

Here’s some inspiration for you, compliments of
nanceestar.com/DogHaikus-DogCleverPage23.html

I love my master;
Thus I perfume myself with
This long-rotten squirrel.

I sound the alarm!
Paperboy – come to kill us all -
Look! Look! Look! Look!

I lift my leg and
Anoint each bush. Hello, Spot -
Sniff this and weep.

I lie belly-up
In the sunshine, happier than
You will ever be.

Today I sniffed many
Doggie derrieres – and I celebrate
By kissing your face.

My human is home!
I am so ecstatic I
Have made a puddle.

Behold my choke chain -
Look, world, they strangle me!
Ack! Ack! Ack! Ack!

Sleeping here, my chin
On your foot -no greater bliss -
Well, maybe catching rats. . .

Dig under fence-why?
Because it’s there. Because it’s
There. Because it’s there.

My owners’ mood is
Romantic – I lie near their
Feet, expelling much gas.

How do I love thee?
The ways are numberless as
My hairs on the rug.

I am your best friend,
Now, always, and especially
When you are eating.

Look in my eyes and
Deny it. No human could
Love you so much.

By: Tom Chandler

Tom Chandler — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 22:57:58 +0000

Damn. I’ve got to come up with a haiku while I’m walking the Wonderdog.

By: Amy

Amy — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 19:10:28 +0000

There, upriver
Tight loops
Fish on

He smiles

Damn,
I’m in trouble

By: SMJ

SMJ — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 18:22:43 +0000

I’m in the same boat
He’s mad at me too
We’re considered un-washed
If we don’t love bamboo

And slaw on a dog?
That isn’t cuisine
Now I’d better sign off
Before he gets mean

By: kbarton10

kbarton10 — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:49:51 +0000

Graphite is fast
Glass throws true
But I never boiled a horse
So’s I can own bamboo

Now TC’s pissed
I’m getting the finger
Upper Sac is off limits
I better not linger.

By: SMJ

SMJ — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 17:27:13 +0000

“There once was a fly fishing poet
Who threw only bamboo, don’t you know it
His rod was sublime
Till he drank too much wine…”

I should probably stop now.

By: Tom Chandler

Tom Chandler — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 14:32:10 +0000

Kbarton: I removed the irritating (and non-rhyming) political spam, but perhaps you’ve hit on something – I should have decreed that all responses to the poetry review be written in rhyme.

Damnit – another opportunity missed.

Then again, I didn’t exactly expect many responses to the poetry review.

By: kbarton10

kbarton10 — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 14:06:14 +0000

Some states are red,
Others are blue,
Hillary’s in debt,
McCain too.

I’ve got the same gene problem.