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  • Well, to be blunt the title means: The bitch took his poems and he is pissed. The whole thing says that his poems mean more than money. That he can get more of, he can never get those poems back. There is more, but I hate leaving long comments. The ending summed it all up nicely. Buk was a wonderful writer and his short stories were some of the best. The Great Zen Wedding being my favorite. Shutting up now.

  • on The Hollow Men by T S Eliot, on July 12, 2003
    Eliot rocks!!! That said, I have to say the fifth section of this poem is what really truly endears it to me. The somewhat apathetic, nonchalant tone at the beginning that drifts into madness is what really grabs me in this piece. The last two lines are by far(in my opinion) the most profound things I have ever read. I first read this piece in eleventh grade and have since committed it to memory. There is something in it that rings so true to me that it almost makes me choke. /"We are the hollow men. We are the stuffed men."/ Beautiful to me, and his sources for this piece only make the abstract nature of it more concrete.

  • on Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning, on July 12, 2003
    One of the most morbid writes from this period I have ever read. I feel that he far surpassed his wife in talent, not only with imagery, but with imagination. A sociopathic rant it reads to me. The calm confession of a murder. I enjoy the deliberation here, the "should I, shouldn't I" feel that it has. Also what strikes me is that he only kills her seemingly after he discovers the true depth of her feelings for him. It's quite mad, yet still in some way makes a strange kind of sense to me. On my top ten list of all time favorite poems.

  • I love Buk so much. I have heard people call him mean, twisted etc. I find it all to be a crock. He makes a hell of a lot of sense when his words are not only read, but devoured, digested. Follow it with a shot of Jack and a smoke and then his brilliance can be understood.

    This poem seems to ramble, yet it makes the point, the core of it is all the same and he paints it beautifully, he says what everyone knows without outright saying anything at first glance. If you can't respect that, then I just don't know what to say. C'est la vie(probably spelled that wrong).