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Selective Alopecia (Free verse) by Ming T. Merciless

Baby. Man. Baby. Man. That's my poem.

horus8 17-Aug-02/11:43 AM
yes..meditate on your poetic angle....everyone listen up! pb otter will now define the difference between spoken word poetry and what he does,because we all know that when we are in that "poetic" moment of flow we don't speak the words out loud in our minds to see how they sound...no..never.. and choosing to pen it down instead of recording yourself speaking the words is also extremely different....and correct me if i'm wrong, but don't slam poets verbalize and perform their work on stage (improv-ing, ranting, living the work) for those interested, no...we would much rather see 87 year old mrs. jenkings up in front of a mic reading, monotoned, and at half speed her favorite cat poems from her spiral notebook...my dear topeka tater tot, the medium in which one chooses to create their work with is neither here nor there, the end result is the same. poetry..whether it's written in blood,ink, rocks (stonehedge, architecture is a form of poetry) shit, with soap on a mirror, with microphone, or instrument, paint, or posture...dying by living...now i despised aristotle, but in his book poetics, he makes a good point in dealing with just what exactly poetry is...."poetry is a mixture of words and messages that can be understood by the author and audience(reader) on many interchangable levels, holding diverse and subdivided symbolic understandings and it at all times should reach a universal and personal climax for all involved". (which is why poetry gives those who read it the feeling that it was crafted especially for them) a mime is a poet, a doctor is a poet, even you sir are a poet, but a poet is not just a poet he or she is an expressor of word pictures for the purpose of experimental communication to convey a vastly more profound message. the only reason you're aware of objects and activities around you at all times is because you have a name for each and everyone of them, god spoke life into the body of adam. if you don't have a name for something it escapes your senses and is essentialy undetectable, poltergeists, ghosts, big foot and ufo's(unidentified flying object) unnamable flying object, duck! it's a dovishian jerty foron. wow. that was close. i have to surf now. bye..




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