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[sid] => 138316
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => once again
[time] => 2007-11-07 02:01:44
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => once again it seems i’ve allowed myself to become the devil incarnate. i always pictured myself as a nice guy, possibly even somewhat intelligent, but, every now and then i display a tendency toward stupidity. it showed itself again the other day. there i was, minding my own business, when a representative from one of those online poetry sites approached me and asked if i’d be able to help them out. “it’ll be fun” she said, “we’ll even pay you nicely for it. all you’ll have to do is go online every now and then and read some poems our people have posted, then make some comments. all we’re looking for is the truth. honest opinions. don’t hold anything back, just tell them exactly what you think of their work. i’ll put the check in the mail today. come on… how soon can you start?” it lasted four days. i’m now banned from that site and i think it’s even been recommended that genteel society avoid me at all costs. it started out innocently enough and i honestly tried to make it work… giving faint praise whenever i could and silence whenever i was backed into a corner by something particularly awful. it wasn’t even the horror of the poetry that made me snap. it was the members themselves… the “poets” praising one another back and forth, saying nice things only to get the same nice things said about their own mindless crap. there! see! it’s starting again! i’m starting to go off! then, the other night, there it was – i never thought i’d be the one who actually discovered it – but there it was… the worst poem ever written. what made me nuts about it wasn’t the dactyls and iambs and overall stink of it – it was the fact that there were 15 comments posted… each and every one ending with “well done!” and “great!” and “keep up the good work”. that’s when i snapped. i figured since i’m the hired gun, the guy being paid to tell the truth, the one brought in to clean up Dodge, it was my duty and well-paid responsibility to get in and set the record straight. i’m told by those who read it that it was a gloriously insane rant… a thing of beauty… that, among other things, i threatened (twice) to poke my eyes out with a stick if i had to endure stuff like that again. the worst part of it all was this poor person’s friends lying to her again and again. i just couldn’t take it. so, here i sit, locked out. hated. banned. a cloven-footed beast. right now i’m lying by the pool on an impossibly sunny day. i’ve got my notebook, a pen and a glass of lemonade. Kathy opens the back door and says: “the mail just came. there’s a check for you”. “just put it on the counter. i’ll get to it later. i’m tired. let’s go for a swim.” [comments] => 6 [counter] => 271 [topic] => 69 [informant] => JohnYamrus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => poets )
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