Oct 2015
I'm good for nothing
In a world
Where Gertrude Stein
Is considered influential
She writes rolling rivers
Rushing rapids to drown in
Bitter algae laced salt water
But no rocks
No branches to reach out for
To grab and get your bearings
It is what it is blessed relativism
Feet in the enemy's camp
I stare aghast as the coven chants
Worshipping the inscrutable
Collection of letters, words, sentences
All placed in the service of...
A preference for emotion over reason
Because Reason won't stop laughing at the impertinence.
Perhaps Gertrude Stein's childhood home is for sale
I'd buy it and sleep in it and keep all the Stein groupies outside where they belong
They've no business being allowed inside
To sully up the detritus of innocence with their confusing, convoluted badly misjudged critique of Stein's cosmic joke
In a world
Where Gertrude Stein
Is considered influential
She writes rolling rivers
Rushing rapids to drown in
Bitter algae laced salt water
But no rocks
No branches to reach out for
To grab and get your bearings
It is what it is blessed relativism
Feet in the enemy's camp
I stare aghast as the coven chants
Worshipping the inscrutable
Collection of letters, words, sentences
All placed in the service of...
A preference for emotion over reason
Because Reason won't stop laughing at the impertinence.
Perhaps Gertrude Stein's childhood home is for sale
I'd buy it and sleep in it and keep all the Stein groupies outside where they belong
They've no business being allowed inside
To sully up the detritus of innocence with their confusing, convoluted badly misjudged critique of Stein's cosmic joke
I would like to make a prediction. Post-modern poetry will be followed by an anarchic "anything goes" mentality that will tear apart language as surely as it tore apart a genius poet/songwriter who probably wouldn't have spoken of his songs as if they were poems but whose lyrics transcended modernism and post modernism to inhabit a dark sphere of truth until the day he died. And truth is hard to come by. Too many people thinkTHEIR version of the truth, embellishments and all, is the preferred version of the truth
Delusional *******
They all wind up on the floor
Begging for *****
Pus dripping from scab-crusted sores
Delusional *******
They all wind up on the floor
Begging for *****
Pus dripping from scab-crusted sores
