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Post by Bernard Alain on Nov 14, 2009 21:51:22 GMT -5
"o ... with all due respect" he says "this is not the way to get popular"
and he's taken the time to tell me he isn't offended by the fact that he's offended, the all-accepting yet somehow descriminating artiste who's gonna save me from the perils of obscurity open my eyes
and he thinks I can't read between the lines thinks I don't know that he thinks everything I'm about comes from some slimey and suspicious landside of inside deals, no regard for what's due, a hierarchy of hedenistic evil maybe pooping out noxious grafitti on the stipple of concrete walls like the way to go is to be part of some animated forum of opinionless cartoons with characters like pop-eye and olive oil helpless bulemics infatuated by sailors pumped-up on spinach
and maybe I am destined for obscurity and maybe I'll tellya if you don't dig what I'm all about then you might've just as well gone to the other side ---joined the others but don't call it networking call it birds of a feather or something more regal so that when you fly with osprey class into the bronze-like umber of some exotic sunset you can be immortalized among the other gods remembered for who you wanted to be not actually who you were
and don't be offended by the fact that I think your an ass it's only because I'm real and you're not and that I could never be some fictitious 'toon flexing a muscle to a june moon pretending to be popular when in fact
all your friends are as fictitious
as you
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Post by leecrowell on Nov 14, 2009 23:01:22 GMT -5
I'm with you Bernard. At least there's always a modicum of dignity in obscurity - can't say the same about popularity.
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Post by Bernard Alain on Nov 15, 2009 17:45:44 GMT -5
thanks lee, my first poem after a bout of iritis and of course it's a rant eh, ah well ... give me obscurity anyday
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Dec 8, 2009 2:50:07 GMT -5
ok so it is a rant, but a controlled rant as lines that spark among the brimstone and fire such as these testify
so that when you fly with osprey class into the bronze-like umber of some exotic sunset you can be immortalized among the other gods
landside of inside deals
flexing a muscle to a june moon
Now the question arose, is this the sad cry of a man who craved notoriety and failed?
so all one has to do is see if the poem walks head held high beyond our solar system into the full flow of the milky way and beyond into andromeda is it? Not only does it do this, but has all the time to return to earth into the perfect corner of a fabulously tatty cafe' serving honest coffee and cookies...loved this very very very much for its subject matter and the way it goes about it...
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Post by Bernard Alain on Dec 8, 2009 18:55:29 GMT -5
thanks for the boost dunstan, of course they all say I whine too much but I guess eventually it is the nature of the poet to write themselves into obscurity as a sense importance develops for the integrity of the content and less for the audience, rabid laughter is sure to fill the tent, thanks again and always great to hear from you
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Post by Joy Leftow on May 23, 2011 9:55:23 GMT -5
I don't want to be saved either.
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