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Literature Is Taking A Dive
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Tuesday, 2nd January 2018 @ 01:47:13 PM in AEST
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Re: Literature Is Taking A Dive
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by Invierno on
Tuesday, 2nd January 2018 @ 09:37:52 PM AEST
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Okay. Offensive may be a tad strong. How about....uninspiring?
I like it though. Convention doesn/'/t constrict you and that is worth more than a hundred superb poems that stay safely inside the lines.
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Re: Literature Is Taking A Dive
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by ArdRi79 on
Wednesday, 3rd January 2018 @ 07:39:08 PM AEST
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Its proper poetry for the modern era.
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Re: Literature Is Taking A Dive
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 6th January 2018 @ 03:40:59 AM AEST
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there was an thesaurus and a dictionary
uncanny as it might seem where words
might come about
yes words, no words, maybe words
onomatopoeia type shrieks
Zappa would hum I remember toot toot
I remember, she had a swimming pool
You/'/re Probably Wondering Why I am here
How can you tell your mom and pop that you tore
a hole in the convertible.
(Mom, I tore a hole in the convertible)
Sounds are like chisels / I bought an iron
fry pan made out of the old train rails
where East met West and fried up
some eggs and bacon,
the foreigners came from Italy and Ireland
and mixed with the Africans, and the Natives
and they hung from cliffs with sticks of dynamite
in their teeth so that iron could be laid down
So I poured a tiny bit of grape seed oil infused with
mellow hints of oregano and stinky parmigiana
on the iron pan kids that built your dreams
those non-stick pans are useless, dreamless,
they don/'/t last more than two seconds
if you want a good poem spend some time
to open up a dictionary, don/'/t use some app
work it on the bench top,wait and watch
the color change, light attracts
A certain logic might then commence
Even in Minnesota, yes it could even
happen there.
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