The onus is upon us poets, as you know ; the squeeze is on. In the same way Salinger's Teddy tells us exactly where he is sick & tired of poems telling the sky what to do with our flash in the pan.
As if a little sadness & portentous ambiguity is all the fragile vessel of the lyric doth instill. Onerous
the boner of embarrassing forthrighteousness, I think not. Better to remain the annoying, unworried & squawking infantile messenger at midnight forever croaking: " Nevermore." Overheard,
underfoot, ignored, the noisome unnewsworthy nuisance, the truth; Brothers & sisters, blink your response ! Once for whatever, twice for why not ?
Looks like a captive audience. Yer better off having a conversation with yer answering machine, Worm.
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As if a little sadness & portentous ambiguity is all the fragile vessel of the lyric doth instill. Onerous
the boner of embarrassing forthrighteousness, I think not. Better to remain the annoying, unworried & squawking infantile messenger at midnight forever croaking: " Nevermore." Overheard,
underfoot, ignored, the noisome unnewsworthy nuisance, the truth; Brothers & sisters, blink your response ! Once for whatever, twice for why not ?
- Lowliest 6-23-2003 8:17 pm
Looks like a captive audience. Yer better off having a conversation with yer answering machine, Worm.
- Elmer Vadar (guest) 6-23-2003 8:32 pm [2 comments]