Your best poem yet Colinsign – something about the title told me this was going to be a good poem and my feeling was confirmed and then some. Usually you try to be tongue-in-cheek funny and I like that about you and your posts, but this serious turn is kool too.
This sequence of stanzas is the strongest of the poem:
Yes, that was wonderful. I feel as if I am walking through a Kerr Drugs in the Hallmark card section. The gentle sound of elevator jazz can be heard. The smell of carpet cleaner fills the air. Some fat white-lady comes strolling through with her shopping cart stuffed with tupperware and fabric softeners. She stops. Picks up a card and reads it. Then another. She has to find the right one, because that “somebody special” is not just somebody special…but her somebody special. The card has to be unique. It can’t be like the others. Suddenly her bratty little kid comes running down the isle and trips on his shoe-lace. She yanks him up by the arm and smacks him: “I told you to settle down!”
I watch. Hegel comes to mind. Then the fall of communism. Then the birth of the consumer, the useless poet, the fat white-lady, and the hyper little kid.
“What happened,” I ask the spirit of Marx. “What went wrong”?
Yea, detrop, not Colinsign. detrop keep going. Colinsign, some of your stuff bores me, or just isnt all that great, or whatever. my opinion probably sucks shit so dont take offense. but every once in awhile a you write a real gem, maybe its eating eggs or having a good sleep / wank i dunno. what was it… ‘beach whale’, that was a gem.
Yea, detrop, not Colinsign. detrop keep going. Colinsign, some of your stuff bores me, or just isnt all that great, or whatever.
Yeah - Next time I must remember an make lots of references to THEE PHILOSOPHERS! Only then will my poems be ALIVE! until then THEY ARE DEAD AND BORED TWENTY SOMETHING DRIVEL!
the uesless poet
strikes again
kesh, who are you? I’ve never noticed you on here before.
I hope in your boredom when reading my boredom you
did not fall asleep…
and i’m sure in my boredom-poems
their is a wisdom and attitude
hegel, kierkegaard, nietzsche,
dostoevsky, camus and schopenhauer
would find hard to deny.
detrop’s piece merely amused me, i think he could easily of went on for about four pages of running commentry. All of it amusing in a way he wouldnt of seen (or probably would). I like folk that drivel on like what there saying… better stop before i fill a page with shit. colinsign, i like it when you go all bukowskian. even though your not as good as him, theres something there thats unique to you. try his short story style; or tell me to try’n suck myself off - which is hard! literally, you can never make that 1/8 of an inch to your cock no matter how hard you bend over double and strain yourself. unless you take out your bottom ribs.
I guess if anything we share the same informality in writing
and a certain shamelessness in the word
but other than that we are two very different people
from ALIEN PLANETS
I know this is just a reply to a poetry post, but the wording is almost prose-poetic in and of itself, especially the 2 concluding “stanzas” – err, paragraphs.
