Dude, are you turning fag on us?

dude your not even at sundance and your already gaying it up

You guys are silly. That poem's metal, man.

I could see if I put up a poem about daffodils and unicorns. But this is about walking around at night with a guilty conscience.

You know the sort of guys who'd call that poem gay? The sort of guys who make a big deal about standing all the way down at the farthest urinal but then can't help sneaking a peak.

If you remove the poem Allah and me will pretend it never happened. You need to do somethin manly fast.you need to go buy some hookers and wrestle a bear or something. or try to pull a bus with you penis like these guys:

http://ezine.kungfumagazine.com/magazine/article.php?article=315

Philistines!

You guys are silly. That poem's metal, man.

http://www01.vaio.ne.jp/tomosang/i/jpeg3/rock1/rob.jpg

yes very metal

hahahahaha...

touche

The sort of guys who make a big deal about standing all the way down at the farthest urinal but then can't help sneaking a peak.

Dude, all I'm peeking at is you standing there at the urinal, your nose buried in a copy of "The Collected Works of Robert Frost," sobbing like a bitch.

im sure you guys have already seen this but what the hell -ace may need a reminder.

http://maddox.xmission.com/c.cgi?u=real_men

Everytime you think about posting some poetry-think to yourself-what would Gregory Peck do?

Part of the problem is that ace is distancing himself from the original poem, which isn't by Dylan--the nasal, almost unbearbly unlistenable poet of a spoiled and ridiculous generation (they produced Babs "Weepy" Boxer, after all)--but Dylan Thomas, the Welsh poet who was such a manly two-fisted drinker that he drank himself to death in NYC in 1953 at the age of 39.

Bob Dylan (nee, Zimmerman) has not had the good grace to bow out at an early age.

no-the problem is Ace posted a poem that looked like it had to do with something about feelings

we are men. Men dont have feelings. Unless you count pain. Physical pain...none of that girlie emotional kind.

Yeah, I hate to interrupt this pajama party just before you ladies change into your nighties and start the pillow fight, but I have a very important announcement:

CHRIS MATTHEWS IS AT SUNDANCE!!

That's right, Ace, you could actually meet the Sultan of Spit himself. Please please please bring me an autograph - I promise I'll be good, and I won't break the blog while you're gone.

Five words:

Chris Matthews.

Like a Viking.

Amish and Allah,

As Ignatius J. Reilly would say, "You need to get some theology and geometry in your lives."

Don't try to out-hetero me. I'm so straight I stab a fork into my thigh whenever I see Charlton Heston's ass in Planet of the Apes, just so I'll associate Heston-ass with pain.

Whenever I hear one of these macho contests I'm reminded of a line from Strangers With Candy: "having a girlfriend is so gay!"

Yaron,

The Strangers With Candy feature film is premiering at Sundance on Saturday, and I will, I think, have cadged full all-access credentials by then.

I. Am. So. There.

NOW BOW!!!

Hooray for One Lonely Night (the book, that is)! And for anyone who isn't completely fond of commies, permit me to recommend this little treasure from that book.

Crow: Well, my, my monster is silent as tomorrow. He kills in the night. He has been acquainted with the night.

Joel: Sounds like your monster reads Frost, too.

Crow: Oh, yeah, and he sprays it like icy death from his bloody stumps!

Tom: Oh, right. Well, mine is called Gorblat and he was spawned from the giant mutant hellbeast, and comes to Earth every so often to kill. He must drink the blood of the innocent to live! Ha ha ha!

Joel: Every so often?

Tom: Uh, yeah, you know, whenever he needs to.

(From mst3kinfo dot com.)

You need to watch Rodney"I'd like to tame YOUR shrew" Dangerfield in Back to School to get the appropriate feeling for the Dylan Thomas poem. Then think about him being dead. A little too much f*cking perspective as the Spinal Tappers might say.

Ummm... Hammer may not have been the ideal choice to support your Viking-like qualities, Ace. It's worth noting that as a general rule, when women offer themselves to Mike....

He shoots them. "It was easy."

Meanwhile, Velma, (the "good girl" who clearly wants to schtup Hammer) keeps getting shunted off -- ostensibly because Mike wants to wait until they're married, but come on...

Now really, this may have more to do with the pre-feminist mores of the late 40s and early 50s, or with Mr. Spillane's strongly held religious beliefs, but compared to other paperback PIs of the period (such as Richard Prather's hilarious Shell Scott), Mr. Hammer seems to be doing less slicing than his name would imply.

I think Allah and Amish are on to something here with Ace and his Robert Frost fetish. Don't you see? Ace is taking the road less travelled.

That road? The Hershey Highway.

And it has made all the difference.

You're all a bunch of sick filth.

That's why I'm here.

Coincidently, someone read the same Frost poem at a New Year's party i attended (from memory). It was a real "upper" but i like the poem anyway. (Another thing, personal pet peeve when people quote "road less traveled" out of context (any context) he never said the road less traveled is more arduous.