it's not the 20th century anymore,
     not after the amazon of musicology
***** its way into the 20th century,
leaving shackles of classical music
              and folk music...
it's the 21st century...
           there needs to be a new companion
(accomplice)
         for the "pleasure" of writing,
or an ability to write, enough to one's own
satisfaction / potential...

sure, *charles bukowski wrote under
                            the influence
of classical music...
          as did louis zukofsky...
                    but when i see poetry performed...
i'm just about out of breath
          as what's become generic
   in performing, what ought to be:
sweet sweet sounds... a rattlesnake's trill
of the R...         or something hissing
          with a stressor that's outside the realm
of acute s (Ś - there's a H for a shoe somewhere,
i'm sure of it)...
                  no, it's just a **** of music
done by only one instrument: the larynx...
         are these performance poets asthmatic?
they seem to be...
                  where's the cool, man?
   they all seem to be banging their heads
against the wall, rather than with
their tongue, licking guitar strings...
             they're biting into oyster shells
rather than seasonal english strawberries...
   so where's the lost art of patience?
   sorry, where's the virtue of patience?
     english strawberries from essex, or kent,
god...
           but the non-seasonal strawberries
imported from spain...
               tasteless grenades of water...
     who cares if you want to make a strawberry
recipe in november... patience! patience!
      wait for the seasonal produce from
the homeland!
                   at least by waiting, you'll
relish the produce...
    i was in a park, sipping a few beers on a bench
looking into the void,
   this retired couple come up to me,
and we start talking about
                 a. their dog in a buggy
                    with... a broken leg? can't remember.
  b. how it's hard to make careers
               these days, how my generation
does the kangaroo from gig to gig,
                0 hour contracts...
   c. so i ask them... ever heard of seasonal
              diets?
            i.e. fruits in spring and summer,
        partially autumn with apples & pears...
and then the cold months: vegetables...
  reply?     they haven't heard of it.
            in poland, at least in the smaller towns
closely associated with farmers, directly,
you still get seasonal diets...
                     strawberries in winter? forget it.

oh right, music...
      in the 20th century you could use jazz and
classical music...
     but given we have such a musicological amazon
equivalent to a macaw parrot?
       music in a foreign language...
            which is pretty much the same
as jazz and classical music being devoid of vocals...
lyrics (opera and nina simone are not included
in this idea)...
                            try writing while listening
to an audiobook... you get a decent poem out
from such gymnastics? ace! gold medal for you.
                         or any form of: talking over someone
else... that's ****** hard, esp. if you can understand
the language, and are replicating it on paper.
  sure, the 20th century had the privilege of
   no vocals in most of jazz, and certainly none
   in classical music... so you could squeeze a poem in,
talking over the music, or even metaphorically
   clapping, or tapping out a beat...
              now? in the 21st century...
          e.g.          written while listening to
                scandinavian language (folk) songs -
           garmarna's   song       herr holger.