I missed you cecil and doreen. Didn't notice your replies, I suppose it is no point crying over spilled milk, but I wanted to post this and move on.
I'm in this position of being an "Administrator" which makes me look like a "cop" in some internet circles, so I took that designation off of my profile because I don't wanna be an authority figure.
Remember modern ancient and his post on the story board. He was about 15 then, I worry that some of my posts should have a PG-60 disclaimer on then.
You don't second guess people. You give them a chance to speak and articulate your questions clearly, attempting to get to the crux of the matter, whatever the matter at hand might be.
When I was getting slammed in the emails from that other place, I realized that they were not listening to a dam thing I said something in an email something about meeting a famous poet on the street in Fells point. We made eye contact and he gave me a beatific smile and I glared back at him. Because at that time I was so lost in anger and self pity.
{I was trying to explain myself to them. I had posted some really stupid things, surfer mike has a word for mining down in the backpages for stupid posts and digging them up to throw at someone like a custard pie. You stay on your toes here and catch them when they fall. Don't know how you do it.{ They wrote me back saying “Oh that’s nice you met Brautigan.” Like I was name dropping, then they went on to tell me I was one sick puppy and I should seek professional help. I wrote back and said “yes I do I need professional help with this compulsive typing of mine” This is after I sent in twenty bucks for the writing workshop and brooklyn wrote me back saying that there was a problem at litkicks and I could not participate. Told me he would send back the twenty bucks. Then we got into it on flames board because he was pissed that I had violated a confidential matter because I had said something about it in a flame. Poor brooklyn he thought he had his dues all paid. That troika was a bad idea if you ask me. Then I got onto fear and trembling and sickness unto death (
Kierkegaard )then when the new improved version fo the site opened I got a deleted at my first post and they said “we have told you twice do not post here”
I never minded lazy bears posts about wanting to fuck my poor dead mother up the ass. Now when he told LR to shut up or he would shut him up permanently. I know Clay came take care of himself but I am a little squirmy about what sounds like a death threat. I think creative is a special little place, I may be wrong about Geoff but I think he is a hell of a writer. But bottom line all he has to worry about is you. I think what I like best about this place is that it is not run by some executive committee, like working for a small trucking company.
quite a few of us came over here when the Dor opened... our old hang was being remodeled. it's all in the crowd and not the joint (unless you're a smoker). some stayed some left some return some time. me..
and some of us were banished for life. I don’t want to dwell on the past, but I used to say “any friend of Levi Asher is a friend of mine’ brooklyn called you friend. I paid my dues at litkicks, I am not the man I was. I put a post on fireplace once called “brooklyn owes me for all I done for him” I meant it as a joke to make a point. I still like that poem by jota about the sound of brookyn’s foot steps coming down the path. I don’t want to start over anyplace else. Walter Kaufmann had a bit about Nietzsche saying we must make our lives a beautiful garden. I will continue to be a weed in Doreens garden until they run me off with a stick.
So much for the past, I am so happy that brooklyn has kept the haiku board and AP boards archived. I go over and take a peek now and then. But I hardly ever go in by the front door cause they have made it so clear I am not welcome, but I could always look but not touch I suppose, but it is such an impotent felling.
