Screw the reader (Burn) - reposted

Wow, Jess can really inspire the heat in you... loved this burning! ouch...

You are on fire with this one a great piece I will lend you my Dragon as he has started to breathe fire again it must be something he read, Yours, Scorched, Ian.T

Awesomely well-written! Your passion for your craft not only sears the page, but the reader's essence as well! I enjoyed this very much!

Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

Nina! This is a SORCHER!! What a lovely idea to write of that 'burning' drive we poets have, that eternal flame that we need to pass on as if it were the Olympic flame that must be kept eternally alight! You have certainly passed on the banner to others to carry forward! Well done! Boni

What a fireworks display of a poem! Well written, driven, incandescent,thought-provoking work. Yours Ian

"Good poetry does not come from the heart" Is that it is passionate poetry from the mind, but can't use it cos you reference me. I would if I could. Cheers, Jess, reprehensibly irrepressible

I love this line: 'inflammatory statements sleep next to tame hearthfires dreaming of Molotov cocktails' Interesting that all these types of fire exist in the same mind---I find it true also. I am reminded that water puts out some fires and fuels others. Yours, Deelilah ps It's nice to have accolades, though, isn't it. And you, dear girl, are destined for a pedestal.

This one totally rocks. Blows me out of the water like an atom bomb at ground zero! Now THAT is writing my friend! Respectfully, Rett: “Anyone who sacrifices liberty for security deserves neither.” Benjamin Franklin

My brother is always telling me to consider my audience. But, as you so eloquently consider in this piece, it's nice not to have to worry about it. Can you imagine if, in a hundred years, any of us take the stage like Emily or Walt? It won't matter to us then, for we'll be long gone, so, why should we care now? Great writing. Thanks, Lisa

Ever the humble poet... This is beyond words Nina. Not asking for a pedestal doesn't mean you are not deserving of one. Dale

As so many have said here this is an excellent write. A show of emotion etched in hot stone indeed. It's passion like this that I missed reading and missed expressing. Glad to be reading the products of your talented pen again. -Nathaniel

Nina ... what can I say ... Bravo *smile* ... Jess askes the best questions doesnt he and you answered with a fire in your pen ... you go girl love and hugs Jayne x x x

This is seriously good...compact...powerful and not a word out of place. A scorching poem! Daniel

YEAH!!!!! I think this time I will let my stars stand alone. That was awesome! Nina your my Hero! Julie D.D.

Hi Nina I love the power of this, the scorching anarchy of it... 'i am a suicide bomber a human torch words smolder in my crevices' Delicious irony too in making spotlight Have a happy new year...not too much burning at the stake I hope! xT

Well done, Nina. You may not like accolades and awards but at least accept a laurel wreath - incombustible, of course. Thank you for bringing it to us. Guid Hogmany

One hour till a new year and a new page ... dearest Nina I wish that every page of this year is filled with hope and all you could wish for congrates on spotlight its nice to see you here love and mountains of hugs Jayne x x

A diatribe ;a rant a manifesto ;Nina the revolutionary defieing conventions; Throwing the bull over the fence ? There's that question mark again.The fire of the poem is very incendiary. I like tha ....but....To me, it came across like an f-y-.. to the reader. Is your point to enflame the reader( which you do), but for what? You are saying I am creating this great big fire, and screw the reader if they don't get warmed by it.ie "what consequences of the readers interpretation" and so the poem takes on a petty, selfish ,self searving aspect ,that muddies the water a bit.You become the "rebel with out a couse".Isen't it narcisistic to say screw the reader? I understand the point that the writer must follow their heart and not be swayed by bending their art to meet an audiance. but that must but when the writer implies they don't care. That one line is contradictory to these lines "If in a hundred years my words can still burn". Burn where Nina if not in the reader? I feel a lot of the potential of this fine work is diminished by that one line. B

Powerful. Very well done, so to speak. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. - Daniel

Forgot to rate it ; )

got my fingers burned just touching this Seabhac

This is truely a magnificent peice of work. I love it. Great job. Dani : )

Well... Well....Well.... I'll have to do some backtracking to see what brought out this fire in the belly... Good job to both the bringer and the brought. ;-) Love, Anna p.s. Back from North Dakota Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.

i can but echo some of the other comments having read them i am glad i caught this one ,,,,,ziggy

we worship fore for its ability to consume and change its magic and tempering fire cleanses and purifies for what falls from the heavens and what wells up from beneath burning

happy new

I'm very impressed by all the great vocabulary in your poem because finding good words is something i struggle with. Amazing poem you really captured how a lot of poets feel about their work. :)

Woweee Nina, truely awesome poem, really capturing the burning need of a poet to write despite/inspite of the reader. wonderful to finally have found some time to read you dear poetess, hoping you're well and that 2010 is filled with love, light and laughter :) much love Beki xxx

that I came from responding to your comment on my poem with these words: "I am a writer and therefor,lacking readers, without substance. I see myself as the conveyor of a world only I can see and as such, I need responses to know if the images, emotions and vistas have made their mark." to read this Bukowski like poem of yours. Though, in truth, I don't see a difference in our views as I never write on behalf of or for the benefit of the readers, they are but a gauge as to my delivery and I have no patience with pedestals. love it ken

After this damn cold winter we have just had it is great that you light our fires again and you will never burn in hell or on a pyre lite by missinformed murderers of ages past, you will be as a beacon fire that tells us when we are in danger, or as the Olympic flame that tell of the efferts of brave women and men as they strive for gold. Long may the fires burn in your ways to keep you warm and eyes sparkling, Yours Ian.T

this is something of a classic. Bloody fine write. Have I ever told you? both my hands are badly scarred from experiments with home-made bombs in my early teens. Never did learn to play carefully with matches or words Cheers, Jess, “A poet’s work; to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it going to sleep” Salman Rushdie