SupremeDreamer19 Jun 2004
This poem is the kind of thing that causes me to tremble in angst and the fear that a poet hides in the shadows, praying that the sun never never rises from its mountain-crook.
It's amazingly bloated, and I know a lot about using mind-blowing padding--
that's how I've managed to effectively irritate rankerfolk, by piling on meaningless
candy-coated, poisoned bullshit and slapping a title on it-- the kind of shit that
cause most sane folks to take up a hobby, like genocide, for instance.
"as real as rain or fake as rainbows,"
Ok, when someone says something is as real as the rain, their usually teenagers
that are going for the slightly uplifting average of a C+ in english class. As for rainbows?
I have a bias, a tick you could say:
Whenever someone mentions rainbows in a poem, I have to try very very hard to stifle the puke
rising up my throat so that it doesn't become air-born with extreme velocity. Never mind the murderous rage that accompanies the over-all sensation. Fuck skittles, you get what I'm sayin?
Oh, and the german, french, spanish, martian garble, etc, is well, fucking annoying and seems like an attempt to drown your "poem" in eloquent riddles that mean nothing. That, or it's a clever ploy dreamed up by a twisted freak of a jester to instill frustration and confusion among rankerfolk.--
never mind the multi-lingual blither, we still need to figure out what the fuck your rambling on about in english.
Almost nothing in your poem (written during a fit of lunacy, or an encounter with jack daniels) relates to each other-- most of it is just dull imagery mixed with elaborate vocabulary that makes my adventures with a thesaurus look like a cruise across the Pacific Ocean, with volcano hiking in Hawaii as the vacation special.
We de have a vague notion though, a glimmer of the frail innuendo-- (yeah, I'm good with the fecal gilding aren't I??) supposedly your yappin about what poetry (to you and whatever party you belong to) is, what it means, it's purpose, and ???
you didn't seem to have time to really get into a subtopic.. wait, did you even keep to the topic? oh, yes, barely, your hate of poor Ginsberg seemed to snap you out of the shit-trace to make a pathetic closing that barely connected with what you began with.
Maybe, if you had a sense of humor, you would of drawn an ascii picture of a gun after the last lines, or maybe a knife, or-- even better-- a needle, for example:
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But you asked me. So whatâs my answer? This:
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***HEROIN & SPEED MIXED WITH PROZAC***
(and freud would cry, jung would sigh, pharmaceutical companies would celebrate
as we all bask in the age of chemical therapy.)
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That's my take on it... I know you won't like my reaction, my comment, my arrogance,
my brash bitter humor or the sarcastic irony that pours out from me, BUT!!!
never-the-less i am compelled to dish it out, much like a lawyer delivering ones divorce papers with anthrax soon mistaken for cocaine. Its ok to be insane, its ok, its ok, I FEEL YOUR PAIN.
Good day.
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