You can't eat what's not on your back
Put your farmer armor back on
she said that she thought
he'd done a good job
we all think we've done a good job
injured bird massive cells
the people here are trying to chirp
about gender songs have suggested
as a well as distorted anything at all
here in Los Angeles I understand
very well they are attacking me
because 50 percent wolf is the first
time I've used that line she is in fact
using that guzzled syrup routine
the palsied meadow of my tired
machines are whomped, done, stomped.
she said that she thought
he'd done a good job
we all think we've done a good job
injured bird massive cells
the people here are trying to chirp
about gender songs have suggested
as a well as distorted anything at all
here in Los Angeles I understand
very well they are attacking me
because 50 percent wolf is the first
time I've used that line she is in fact
using that guzzled syrup routine
the palsied meadow of my tired
machines are whomped, done, stomped.
posted by Todd Colby at 10:33 PM
6 Comments:
Fine, good enough, but does this sprung gutteral dialogue with no one in particular except maybe someone you are sort of putting a slow choke-hold on, make poetry, or, indeed, syrup? Damn those bums like OHara and Berrigan, they certainly drove a tradition into the ground. All syntax, not so much abandoning grammar, but never reaching it on the first level. Inarticulate with a vengence! With a smirk, and what's that sound you get when you pop your cheek with your finger? Whop!
So Lloyd, how do you really feel about the poem?
I feel it is all creamy center, and the author wants to throw it in my face. And I feel like ducking. And I also feel that it is obvious the author doen't give a fig what I feel. For he is swamped with his own feelings, and that is "poetry" today for you. All creamy center, and no donut.
Hey Lloyd what poetry have you read late;y that you've liked? Just curious.
Anonymous,
Did I give the impression I didn't like the above poem? I do like it, as I like Ted Berrigan quite a bit. I just think it is rather peculiar. I also like Edward Williams, who actually makes sense, over at http://stagepoetrycompany.typepad.com/ I do hate T.S. Eliot, but it is more like I hate him personally, which certainly is childish. Historically I like Robert Browning, hate Whitman, like Hart Crane, like Wallace Stevens, hate William Carlos Williams. How about you--or are your opinions deliberately concealed, like your name?
and now there is a new version! yay.
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