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we had a bad spat on the site when i was all for throwing it in but she slapped me in the face with a wet fish as she's wont to do if she doesn't agree with you. needless to say the site continues and now because she had the temerity to piss off it has to stay here in perpetuity in order to house some of who she was.
i have to say i had my arse slapped a few times after being petulant. the thing was she always did it in a way that let me know it was my own fault, she always did it with a sense of the macabre wit a bit of dark humour thrown in.
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I didn't know her well, but am still shocked and saddened whenever I see this post. I'm supposed to be a poet, but feel a bit at a loss for words here.
Time is the best editor.
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(07-20-2019, 10:54 AM)billy Wrote: we had a bad spat on the site when i was all for throwing it in but she slapped me in the face with a wet fish as she's wont to do if she doesn't agree with you. needless to say the site continues and now because she had the temerity to piss off it has to stay here in perpetuity in order to house some of who she was.
i have to say i had my arse slapped a few times after being petulant. the thing was she always did it in a way that let me know it was my own fault, she always did it with a sense of the macabre wit a bit of dark humour thrown in.
I gave in early elsewhere, with a badly-written brown-nose:
I Agree With Leanne
'I like my spondees for breakfast
Under a Brizzy sun
I swim among the trocheees
Then have my Foucault fun'
Oh I agree with that Leanne!
I do, I do, I do!
Just see her scribbling one iamb,
Something not Kantish but new!
'All along the Goldie Coast
It's an old tradition:
Baked anapaests on toast
And to Hell with erudition!'
Yes, I agree with Leanne
But I hate this stupid refrain;
So, I agree with Leanne!
Now here we go again!
'Hi Digger! Up for Aussie-style lunch?
Crack open a tube of Dactyl's!
Megabiblionistic bloody munch!
And time for my I.Q. pills!'
Yes, I agree with that Leanne
Though she's a quirky sort of lass
She's all sweet reason, that Leanne
But be on Gaard; for the Kierke up the ass!
(07-20-2019, 11:42 AM)Richard Wrote: I didn't know her well, but am still shocked and saddened whenever I see this post. I'm supposed to be a poet, but feel a bit at a loss for words here.
Richard - Without downplaying some of the other bright souls on here, and feelings apart, I think that anyone would learn a great deal from reading her threads, or threads in which she took part, going back to, I think, around 2010? Toodle-pip! E
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i agree with abu, she has lots of threads specially in the practice forum we can all read over a few time. she'd have liked your piece abu.
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It's quite awkward. I was going to write it's all awkward, but it's not all, just quite. . . . Leanne's birthday may or may not be the same birthday as the last girl I was writing poems about. It's hard to tell because we live in different time zones. . . . I had hoped that Leanne had faked her death. And she would show up and say she fooled you. Fooled you, not me. Because I don't believe that she's dead. I'm obsessive, and so if one thing goes wrong, it ruins my whole life.
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She still lives on, she must be because I keep seeing her poetry .
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I think that Leanne, ... since it's her birthday ... , was primarily a teacher. And she had too much example, setting a good example, in her to write more of the best kinds of things that she wrote. . . . As much as a teacher as she was, she was also a learner. She was very receptive and very understanding. She tallied her decency as a human being each time above and before she wrote. She was always decent. I mean moral. Kind. Understanding. Critical and selfcritical. She was wellbalanced. As a person who finds it difficult, and even unsavory and unpleasant to be balanced, I know.
I see your post, billy. But using this cheap phone, I don't always see when I should. But I was going to wax poetic about her for a few more minutes, if nobody minds. If they do, just delete it.
Leanne wouldn't want any sissytalk. Look. She wrote some really good stuff that was hardly noticed. And then she wrote some lesser stuff that got praised. That she got cut off so young, and she was a young poet, we all got shortchanged. Her fierceness and her bitterness were her strengths. And however some of us want to hide it, these rages are our extra boosts. And Leanne had a lot in store . . .
Leanne could be uptight and understanding at the same time. Pendantic, if I spelled that, and rebellious. Over the top and stable. Moody and , again, stable. Understanding. Wild and e and pro ficient.
Leanne was also a very attractive woman. Which is always the first thing I notice.
Leanne felt the need to take care of people. As a teacher, as a person with a family. Leanne had a talent that with ruthlessness could have become more than just talent. And I think she felt that. And I'm still waxing, so don't kill me. . . . Leanne's death is the kind of death that makes you angry. The kind that makes people like nobodynothing rage. And for good reason. And makes me embarrassed to be alive.
It's what makes me say that I think that I don't think that she's dead and that it's all a prank.
Leanne and me got along quite well, and in private messages, and, believe it or not. . . .
When she died, it didn't seem real to me. It seemed like a con. Like a hoax. If she can die, then we all can. And it doesn't matter how far we are in our work. We can each and every one of us get cut off at any moment. So if we want to ever write one decent line, we have to throw everything else in our life overboard and do it now. . . . But that's all poetry. Mere poetry. I know nothing of Leanne's personal life, and nothing I've said bears on it. I'm only talking the way I knew her, poetically. Passionately.
It's because she can't, or at least isn't, responding, is the thing. Leanne was a great responder. I know she liked or appreciated Oscar Wilde, somewhat. He was a great talker, not a great conversationalist. Or so a lot of people have said. I think a lot of people, Leanne included--I think some people should have just talked more. Fuck conversation. Leanne was a dame who could probably have just let it rip. She was always on the verge of it. I for one am mournful of that. Of Leanne not sticking around, getting older, letting it rip. We all know she had it in her to explode over and over with worthwhileness for a good nother forty to fifty years. And! more.
Everything I say is selfish and about me. That's my style. But I think it at least says something about me that you all know how I feel about Leanne.
I'm still disappointed that she isn't saying anything. I'm taunting her. Come on! I don't believe in death. . . . And I truly, literally, wildly and sanely don't believe in Leanne's. And I won't, unless she somewhere told me to. Because she had a whole whole lot to offer, even to us who never listen. I'm trying, sincerely not to be poetic, but I hope Leanne, you can appreciate, you always did somehow. I'm not listening to your silence. . . . I wish I could write a silent poem to you. But I don't know how. I'm too aware that other people are listening. . . . I don't know how to write a poem about Leanne. She leaves a muddle of us. She was mean a lot of the time. But I'm a sucker for holidays and seasonal occasions. And a person's birthday, they deserve all the odd and diverse criticism and praise.
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Leanne was a huge driving force for me when I started the posting. I feel like the time she took and the positive highlights see added (in tandem with alot advice) gave me confidence to keep at it. Writing has been a huge source of therapy for my shizo-effective self, and having a little community has been great. I'm so stoked that this site is up and is a living memory of an amazing soul. Anyways those are my two cents!
Only one thing is impossible for God: To find any sense in any copyright law on the planet.
--mark twain
Bunx
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It was the same for many of us, we'll said bunny and well said everyone else xx
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I've been away too long. Despite not having any communique with her or most of you in many years, reading this still ... it's emotional. She was, is the greatest goddess of any poetry forum anywhere, ever. I knew very little of her and I am still better for it. I can only dream how enriching she must have been to those who were actually in her life. And how missing her must feel to them.
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I was going to post a poem in the poetry exercise for the sestina, but being that Leanne Hanson was the one who started the thread among the majority of other threads in that forum, I felt like I should say a couple words to revere her memory. I honestly feel a little bad saying something only now that I feel obligated to as opposed to when I first read of her passing, because it did affect me in that moment. I just never knew what to say or if what I said would be good enough, but now that I feel I should say something, I'm thinking nothing I say will do her justice.
With my short experience in reading and writing poetry over the span of only a few years, her words are what captivated me more than any other poet I have read so far. It might sound like I'm not saying much, but something tells me that after decades of reading and writing, I'll never read another writer like her.
I've also read about how she's a teacher; and what a teacher she was if people like me, who hardly knew her as a person and vise versa, are still learning from her, whether it be from the exercise threads or her poems or just reading her responses to those who were lucky enough to banter with such a mind. She made, no, makes it possible to learn through this site and, in turn, inspires growth and unbridled (but not unchecked) creativity in poetry.
Laugh until the summer, Leanne
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Leanne will be missed by many who never knew her as her absence lessens this site. One of the sharpest minds I have run across; she had great poetic integrity (certainly a rarity).
Goodbye Leanne my friend and fellow poet. Continue to shine bright wherever you are.
You cannot be replaced and there will always be an emptiness where your presence once was.
dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
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(02-17-2020, 12:29 PM)Erthona Wrote: Leanne will be missed by many who never knew her as her absence lessens this site. One of the sharpest minds I have run across; she had great poetic integrity (certainly a rarity).
Goodbye Leanne my friend and fellow poet. Continue to shine bright wherever you are.
You cannot be replaced and there will always be an emptiness where your presence once was.
dale
Hi, Dale,
It was so sad. She had been so chirpy, and seemed to be better, despite having half her insides having been extracted. As you say, she had such a sharp mind -- and because of that, was always looking at things in different ways, and providing fresh, original insights on whatever. That, wrapped up in a quirky wit, and kindness made her unique.
It is great that this is kept here, but I still think she deserves some posthumous recognition -- you know, 'Selected Works' type of thing.
Hope you doing OK
Ed
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abu nuwas Wrote:Erthona Wrote:Leanne will be missed by many who never knew her as her absence lessens this site. One of the sharpest minds I have run across; she had great poetic integrity (certainly a rarity).
Goodbye Leanne my friend and fellow poet. Continue to shine bright wherever you are.
You cannot be replaced and there will always be an emptiness where your presence once was.
dale
Hi, Dale,
It was so sad. She had been so chirpy, and seemed to be better, despite having half her insides having been extracted. As you say, she had such a sharp mind -- and because of that, was always looking at things in different ways, and providing fresh, original insights on whatever. That, wrapped up in a quirky wit, and kindness made her unique.
It is great that this is kept here, but I still think she deserves some posthumous recognition -- you know, 'Selected Works' type of thing.
Hope you doing OK
Ed
Hi Ed, if I could do the selected ork thing I would. She was a prolific writer of good, sometimes great poetry. As for teaching, the number of times she reamed me out was astronomical 
I could never work out how she wasn't in the public eye for her work a lot more than she was. I do know she was very active in educating kids the education system disregarded. When she first tol me what she had I cried. She on the other hand was upbeat.
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I read her stuff on Medium and elsewhere now and then. She was as sharp as Hitchens, and as much of a liberal in the best sense of the word.
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Remembering you today, Leanne.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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Hope you,re still writing you beautiful poetry xx
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I miss Leanne. That's a cliche, pretension for this site. There were, are a lot of things I didn't, don't like about her. But I liked, like her. As a human being. The things I didn't like about her, I liked about her that she made me feel at all. Her death makes, made me hate GOD for cancer. Cancer and Diabetes. God the prick. Is it worth it, Yes. Is it cuntshit, yes. No. Cuntshit is sexy. God and Death are frauds.
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im always a day in the past,
today is a pig pen holiday.
if i was gay, id designate billys birthday as a sacred day.
ill leave that to you gay dudes.
i read a random notso random this morning,
let me find it:
And so she sang, though silence filled her throat
and tipped her cup, no longer full of coin;
he took her arm, and on her skin he wrote
an epitaph, then lurched away to join
the whisky women flailing in the pews
of yesterday. The organ pumped and ground
a hymn to falsity -- her grimy muse
wept filth with his assault upon the mound,
and as she watched, he winked and broke her nose
with kisses. How she bled and loved and tried,
and how the music swelled, for so it goes
when notes are passed as currency for pride.
The time became her signature; her song
enfolded her. She breathed. The night was long.
its sunday, you know.
when notes are passed as currency for pride.
that is the line the poem seethes from.
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Words are the very things to do Justice.
Leanne is a Libra. Ajustment is her Card.
Leanne, my dear,
never fear, and
remember
very tender,
God is dead,
you have won.
Your poetry
is this site's Sun.
Leanne,
Two syl
lables:
no la
bel.
Ring ring
ring ring . . .
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