March 7th, 2010 / 6:20 am
Snippets

20 Comments

  1. Ryan Call

      ugh, this really makes me sad.

  2. Ryan Call

      ugh, this really makes me sad.

  3. David

      well, this sucks

  4. David

      well, this sucks

  5. Chris

      good lord this sucks.

  6. Chris

      good lord this sucks.

  7. stephen

      fuck, that’s sad. talented guy

  8. stephen

      fuck, that’s sad. talented guy

  9. Jhon Baker

      hopefully the pain is gone, hors de combat…

  10. Jhon Baker

      hopefully the pain is gone, hors de combat…

  11. ben spivey

      rip

  12. ben spivey

      rip

  13. Steven Pine

      Meh, suicide may as well be an advertising gimmick.

      If they had nothin’ left to give then let ’em go. Besides, I don’t relish the thought of a world where opting out is no longer an option –here’s to freedom, kanpai Mark.

  14. Steven Pine

      Meh, suicide may as well be an advertising gimmick.

      If they had nothin’ left to give then let ’em go. Besides, I don’t relish the thought of a world where opting out is no longer an option –here’s to freedom, kanpai Mark.

  15. Jhon Baker

      I am so offended by you it has taken me two hours to put it into words. You got nothing. Go F yourself.

  16. Jhon Baker

      I am so offended by you it has taken me two hours to put it into words. You got nothing. Go F yourself.

  17. james yeh

      yeah, this is a bummer. i liked his shit a lot.

  18. james yeh

      yeah, this is a bummer. i liked his shit a lot.

  19. Neil

      I agree with Jhon. What is the point of saying something so cruel the day of somebody’s tragic death? Irony? Humor? Trying to be controversial? Trying to attract attention to your laughable poetry blog?

      Reading it made me want to–hmm, how to put it?– I’ll use your lovely words. “I tell ya, I must of vomited out my heart” after reading your pretentious shite. “I never made-believe in the unreal world” that anyone would enjoy reading your fluff. I would rather “Betsy feedst us porridge, oatmeal, and vegetable stews,” than read your poetry. I would rather eat “dead chicken-manured flowerbeds.” But what use of simile! “I never seen her sorer, like she’s been through anal.” You are a treasure. Oh, and there’s more. “What bullshit, that first shot burned like shitting in a Mexican prison.” And brilliant use of repetition: “and since Dawn’s arrival her warmth is warm.” And what cheeky spelling! “smyling” And look at the formatting!

      “and in one goodly strike
      pierces the wood
      as you would
      a railroad tie.”

      What daring art! And the fact that he makes fun of a tragedy the day it happens means that this Steven Pine is somebody to look out for! Such a controversial and brilliant artist in our midst.

  20. Neil

      I agree with Jhon. What is the point of saying something so cruel the day of somebody’s tragic death? Irony? Humor? Trying to be controversial? Trying to attract attention to your laughable poetry blog?

      Reading it made me want to–hmm, how to put it?– I’ll use your lovely words. “I tell ya, I must of vomited out my heart” after reading your pretentious shite. “I never made-believe in the unreal world” that anyone would enjoy reading your fluff. I would rather “Betsy feedst us porridge, oatmeal, and vegetable stews,” than read your poetry. I would rather eat “dead chicken-manured flowerbeds.” But what use of simile! “I never seen her sorer, like she’s been through anal.” You are a treasure. Oh, and there’s more. “What bullshit, that first shot burned like shitting in a Mexican prison.” And brilliant use of repetition: “and since Dawn’s arrival her warmth is warm.” And what cheeky spelling! “smyling” And look at the formatting!

      “and in one goodly strike
      pierces the wood
      as you would
      a railroad tie.”

      What daring art! And the fact that he makes fun of a tragedy the day it happens means that this Steven Pine is somebody to look out for! Such a controversial and brilliant artist in our midst.