Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The fields fill with soldiers' bones;
then bards begin to scribble poems.

"Not that they die, but that they die like sheep." VL

and Rimbaud vomits

Rim
Baud.

Read Un Saison d'Enfer . The world has, as Artie R. realized, always been like some aging courtesan. Fucked up, cheap, broke, ripe. And yet there remain naive buffoons who still write poems in iambic pentameter, with lots of first person confessions about their latest wank festival. So it goeth.

Tot freund, I'm just now checking your wide variety of ideas here. Substantial thoughts and slides and grooves. I hafta ask you? So you were being FAUXcetious bout' bein' NOT authentically poetiwhatyagonnacallit? That's bull. Or satirical? Ha! You a bad man. Work it.

when I was in prison
I mentioned Rimbaud

they all said
"oh yeah, Sylvester Stallone played him, right?"

Plagiarize, Remember why the good lord made your eyes, So don't ever shade your eyes, just, plagiarize, plagiaririze, but remember to always call it REsearch!, ('Tom Lehrer')!

...."like some aging courtesan. Fucked up, cheap, broke, ripe. And yet there remain naive buffoons who still write poems in iambic pentameter, with lots of first person...."

Is there an alternative?

... yeah, it's pretty goddamned grim out there, for quite awhile now, going on... oh I dunno... centuries... Ahh... that's entertainment; the latest wank festival

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and, VOI phricking LA.
Monsterpiece.
Hey Chester
where's Nestor?

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---ZENT

MANT.


There's no John Phillip Sousa
in Elysium.............................

Mr. Mr.
Emoti-Sun,
unloaded is yr
poesy-gun

Buckshots.

The empty poet.
stands self dejected,
narcissism overdose,
headily injected,
forget about the crossroads,
think in terms trifected,
it's just as you suspected,
the crumbling of the erected.

(Spreckin de doitch?)

H

think in terms trifected,

The authentic scribbler--
eschewing the Tonies,
plays the ponies.




(Poet I am not--prose slinger jazzin' around when taking time away from arbeiten). Real poesy really hard to do (you do tho')----))))

no matter how many thorny roses
the wannabe Sheats or Kelley
puts in his verse
it usually gets worse

(((We were mostly duped by those Latin-quoting old schoolmarms (and schoolmen) who taught us English. And by Beats or bards. Pound, Ezra (he had some issues) sort of tells the tale: which is to say, he don't recommend belle-lettres as a career. Poesia may be swell if one issued from westsiders, or aristocrats, or at least has par-tay membership with the Reds. Otherwise, trifecta -------- or 7card, babes))))))

"The authentic scribbler--
eschewing the Tonies,
plays the ponies"

Heh.
Good one.

Whaddaya mean you aren't a poet?
You got it going on, you got a trippy edge....

H