Sunday, January 29, 2006

As a Child, II

I am


Older than when
I was
a child.


I just completely crapped

as a child,

i would often

in my pants.

As an adult,

far more
is expected of

Their expectations have been met;

My pants received
I delivered
a 5 lb. turd.


It's ME who is crying.


Please hand me a roll of Bounty,
Quiker Picker Upper

for no simple roll of



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow. What's with everyone crapping in their pants today, huh? Something must be going around or something.

January 29, 2006  
Blogger Noralil Fores said...

Okay, so at the risk of sounding like an old fart, well, I'm going to sound like an old fart. The strange thing about all the recent writing is that it seems to actually have something to say, and although it's all light-hearted, grotesque fun, the images could be really powerful in a poetic way. There's a line in this last one about "But, it's me who's crying." And, I think that you could have hit on something there. Shit and grit and piss and even towelracks-you can use all that to actually make a piece work. Even trying to be funny and disturbing, none of the last posts are doing it for me. They aren't funny and they aren't disturbing. They're amateur writing, and completely uneffective. If you want to be funny and gross, then at least do it well. Think of Irrevisible, the rape scene-the eight minute rape scene. Take your ideas seriously, and present them as light-hearted. There's almost no reason for me even to write this because it's unlikely that you'll take the advice, but honestly, there's potential here that you are wasting. Why waste it?

January 30, 2006  
Blogger Eugene said...

It seems as though SOMEONE'S trying to interfere with my EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE. My EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE demands release, not writing advice from someone who thinks all this is supposed to be funny.

It's not a joke. I DO have things to say. Things about the towelrack. Things about brown trousers. Things about dog masturbation. They're all important, all key to my expression of EMOTIONAL INTELLIGENCE.

Focus on my emotional intelligence. FOCUS. You can do it. Say it with me: I CAN. I CAN. I CAN.

January 30, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'd like to say that we all know that humor is a very personal thing; what you consider funny isn't necessarily what I think is funny, and vice-versa. While that's not a startling revelation, it's important to keep in mind when you realize that this entire site is supposed to be an exercise in humor. There are "poems" here about dumping salad into the toilet to look like fake vomit, a cat's testicles, ogling teenage convicts picking up detritus from the side of the road, etc. And that was all BEFORE "anonymous" publicly took over the blog and began writing more about the towelrack and jerking off.

Eugene writes to amuse himself and others, but serious criticism of his work really isn't necessary. Believe it or not, Eugene possesses more than three college degrees, one of which is in creative writing. He has been published in journals, magazines, video productions, and other forms of media.

For my part, I really enjoy coming to "Balls in Flight" and reading not only the poetry, but also the various comments on it. There are some times when I think it's a complete scream, and others where I'm just snickering and shaking my head at Eugene's fiendish inventiveness. There's nothing quite like Eugene anywhere.

Knowing all this, I think it was nice of Eugene to not jump on you with both feet and rip the living shit out of you for being pretty damned presumptuous. If you think "Balls in Flight" needs more funny rape scenes, you're missing the point.

If you like, I can come over to your blog and critique your stuff and tell you how amateur your stuff seems. Unlike you, I do work in the publishing industry, and I see manuscripts every day.


that's what

if Eugene wants
to go further


he will.


January 30, 2006  

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