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poetry, only poetry is immune to the whole mozart gig, it's immune to the wizard kids, only poetry is immune to the age old ageism of being given a status genius so early on in life - i mean - what sort of feelings could little mozart have other than demonic mischief so early on in life? where was the emotional catastrophe? given a. he was a son of a musical composer, an b. he probably had a tiger mommy too - monkeys also learn to climb trees with as much prodigious ambition as an elder flute player giving instructions to his son* - less idealistic poets bite the shingles... if poetic genius is anything like that of musical genealogies... it's idealistic... but after keats, shelley or hart crane... it's still the same old cold grit regime of realism. *you have to attack the big boys...   it's synonymous with attacking snobbery   and the historical claustrophobia   of: only a few ******* were apparent, the rest   of us were statistics.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
if mozart met hart crane
poetry, only poetry is immune to the whole mozart gig, it's immune to the wizard kids, only poetry is immune to the age old ageism of being given a status genius so early on in life - i mean - what sort of feelings could little mozart have other than demonic mischief so early on in life? where was the emotional catastrophe? given a. he was a son of a musical composer, an b. he probably had a tiger mommy too - monkeys also learn to climb trees with as much prodigious ambition as an elder flute player giving instructions to his son* - less idealistic poets bite the shingles... if poetic genius is anything like that of musical genealogies... it's idealistic... but after keats, shelley or hart crane... it's still the same old cold grit regime of realism. *you have to attack the big boys...   it's synonymous with attacking snobbery   and the historical claustrophobia   of: only a few ******* were apparent, the rest   of us were statistics.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
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