i tell everyone i’m a
writer
because
i’ve had sex
and
i tell everyone i’m a
porn star.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Mod Lit; or my tickle-me-pink aesthetics
[a rehash]
Weird is no
longer all that
weird.
Dada and kinfolk,
well beyond their golden anniversaries,
a 100 years later,
are no longer experimental
but post-experimental.
Even with its freshest incarnations,
it is still old.
There is a literature that lures man away from himself,
and there is a literature that forces man to face himself,
cope,
repent from,
replenish himself.
The one seeks to make the author
invisible thru plot or gimmicks with words,
while the other seeks to expose the author
and hence the common fallacies of his human bothers
either to air out wounds or
just let the gangrene set in,
to either heal or rot away, hopefully.
In my opinion,
art is no longer needed to
merely distract the species from its autistic
window-gazing during our time of obvious crisis.
Art, whether she realizes
it or not, like science, alleviates
and eases this bitch called life,
and both must respond to the needs of the people if they are to be relevant.
As much as I like
Gertrude Stein and
dismiss Ayn Rand,
people even then--even now
and far into the future--will prefer
to read Aynie over Gerty.
the status quo is to buck the status quo.
be a bride of your age, says Bertie, and be a widow in the next.
Weird is no
longer all that
weird.
Dada and kinfolk,
well beyond their golden anniversaries,
a 100 years later,
are no longer experimental
but post-experimental.
Even with its freshest incarnations,
it is still old.
There is a literature that lures man away from himself,
and there is a literature that forces man to face himself,
cope,
repent from,
replenish himself.
The one seeks to make the author
invisible thru plot or gimmicks with words,
while the other seeks to expose the author
and hence the common fallacies of his human bothers
either to air out wounds or
just let the gangrene set in,
to either heal or rot away, hopefully.
In my opinion,
art is no longer needed to
merely distract the species from its autistic
window-gazing during our time of obvious crisis.
Art, whether she realizes
it or not, like science, alleviates
and eases this bitch called life,
and both must respond to the needs of the people if they are to be relevant.
As much as I like
Gertrude Stein and
dismiss Ayn Rand,
people even then--even now
and far into the future--will prefer
to read Aynie over Gerty.
the status quo is to buck the status quo.
be a bride of your age, says Bertie, and be a widow in the next.
Pastoral Hymn; or GYNO (II)
well your baby is average
about seven inches long
says Dr. Fourfinger
and look
look
there is his penis
he’s a boy
a boy!
and i say
so you say he’s average right
i mean, you know what i mean
average right
and then the doc looks at my wife
spread out on the gurney
and says
you can dress him up
but you can’t take him out
can you
about seven inches long
says Dr. Fourfinger
and look
look
there is his penis
he’s a boy
a boy!
and i say
so you say he’s average right
i mean, you know what i mean
average right
and then the doc looks at my wife
spread out on the gurney
and says
you can dress him up
but you can’t take him out
can you
An anonymous page from my notebook
unpaid work
a cove => ?
all either past or future whores
the banks of piled up beer cans (snowbank)
while the going was good
tipster
oh atheist, you serve disdain like a montheist
antonomasia : ‘his lordship’; those ‘Don Juan’s’
poetic perjury
boardinghouse
escutcheon : the shield in a coat of arms
ornamental protective plate around/keyhole, lightswitch, drawer pull,
doorhandle etc.
to blot one’s escutcheon : taint one’s reputation
Do you remember, the drops of water made her blackraincoat
shiny and we ended up taking refuge in some outlying bistro and
coming back on the trolley, slow and noisy.
a paint & spackle job
arrondissement => administrative district in Fr. cities
my buzzing ears
it stuck in my throat
infrapsychically)
chiromancy
some of the more noteworthy of his noteworthy friends
pince-nez => ?
up with the times
a cove => ?
all either past or future whores
the banks of piled up beer cans (snowbank)
while the going was good
tipster
oh atheist, you serve disdain like a montheist
antonomasia : ‘his lordship’; those ‘Don Juan’s’
poetic perjury
boardinghouse
escutcheon : the shield in a coat of arms
ornamental protective plate around/keyhole, lightswitch, drawer pull,
doorhandle etc.
to blot one’s escutcheon : taint one’s reputation
Do you remember, the drops of water made her blackraincoat
shiny and we ended up taking refuge in some outlying bistro and
coming back on the trolley, slow and noisy.
a paint & spackle job
arrondissement => administrative district in Fr. cities
my buzzing ears
it stuck in my throat
infrapsychically)
chiromancy
some of the more noteworthy of his noteworthy friends
pince-nez => ?
up with the times
the legend of the Drunken poem
it’s going to be 4.50 sir
4 free beers deep
and longing
not longing
needing, booze runs thick
breasts heave out the
bar/bra the german struts
macaroni clings, whores are getting laid
a real writer walks into a bar
and pays for every other drink.
he makes laughs
4 free beers deep
and longing
not longing
needing, booze runs thick
breasts heave out the
bar/bra the german struts
macaroni clings, whores are getting laid
a real writer walks into a bar
and pays for every other drink.
he makes laughs
Denial
That day
my brother
Said she
was gonna
die
but didn’t
I was in denial
as he cried
Mom never died
and
I never got
over denial
my brother
Said she
was gonna
die
but didn’t
I was in denial
as he cried
Mom never died
and
I never got
over denial
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