well... there's pindar... a great biographic entry, when alexander the great sacked thebes, pindar's was the only home standing... that's great... but where's the evidence that he, actually wrote anything? that's a bit like stating that descartes: really wanted to prove he existed... no he didn't... he didn't care to allow thought to precipitate into being... he already started working on it being elevated to a god... but come on... running a poetry website and withholding pindar's poems? i have a grand "metaphor" to counter with that... it really was a day of constipation, i had to drink about half a litre of *****, and a warm bottle of beer (ugh... that's doubly worse than the way they drink ***** in england... warm... shots... i find that warm beer is doubly carbonated) and then finish the day off with some bourbon... i did say i was constipated, didn't i? there are usually three tiers to the affair... first one, fair enough, it's a whale or a squid about to plop into the pipeline... the third phase is a bit like: not yet! not yet! tier two and three are shy *******... you have to wriggle a little bit to get them talking... it almost seems like some army interrogation tactic, but i'm not dealing with some taliban fighter... i'm dealing with my own ***... it's only past midnight that i get the whole bulge out... like i'm some baker that a maine **** cat makes fetish of, joining me in the toilet and lying on the windowsill... cat ****? that's three times as rank, human **** seems chocolate to animals... but i am trying to take poetry seriously... i just sat through half-an-hour of grueling efforts to extract that remnant of last night's egg-fried rice (yes, with scallion)... but as it feels... i could have just dashed a tablespoon of chilli powder into my ****... i'd rather chop a hundred onions and regard that as tears forced by sitting with a girl watching a rom-com than feel this dash of chilli powder up my a-hole; because that's what it exactly feels like... it almost feels like the harambe injustice... last time i checked gorillas were vegans... unless it wasn't going to be a tarzan story... no? it wasn't? oh well... there goes the dream! yet they still have pindar listed on the poetryfoundation.org website... and there are no poems enclosed! it could be great to have read a snippet of his curriculum vitae... the curriculum mortis belongs to too many people, and the essence gets lost in the tornado of history... then again... i know the difference between a .jpeg and a .pdf but what's the real difference between a .net a .org and a .com? tiers? just tiers? like the national agenda of a .pl and a .co.uk? well, there is the sunday times newspaper... 15 year olds on sugar daddy websites... and how sergeant blackman was convicted of warcrimes... when he was a trained killer... some said that people akin to moses couldn't fit into our modern society... neither could albert camus... it might still be considered an existentialist movement... but it's definetly moved beyond absurdism.