The professed goals of this present iteration of Anti-Poetry are hereby chartered as follows:
Meta-Poetics vol. 4: Remission Restatement
The professed goals of this present iteration of Anti-Poetry are hereby chartered as follows:
Pierian Papers
Pierian Papers
Got reams of them!
e.g.:
[ The peons could not produce enough quires of papyri for such a prolific Pharaoh. ]
Just lying, strewn all over the temple turf;
Haphazard ramblings
And bizarre babblings,
Which connote more than the sum
Of those notes.
Though it's a misconception
That everything an Artiste
Commits to canvas, parchment,
Or record is worth its weight
In the mirth of Midas.
Genius is naught but misnomer
Derived from Djinn
Who might grant our wishes
Yet with certain strings attached.
Don't be overeager like Faust.
i.e.:
[ The Lord of Hosts loosed famine, plague, and war upon the people (only to end up surrounded by ghosts). ]
Written Subjects-cum-Objects!
Sometimess
Sometimess
No it's not a typo
Yes to that extra s!
Must now confess:
Sometimess, sob uncontrollably like an insolent infant.
" ", cheat at romance and gamble good opportunities away.
" ", fret in regret — forgetting getting older.
" ", feel vulnerable or weak; oppressed by what's professed in houses of public acknowledgement.
" ", resent the advent of cement, asphalt, and autos. Pedestrian playing fields aren't level.
" ", realize having had 'it' all along, then smack forehead!
" ", sing actions out loud as if every mundane move was a lyric.
" ", laugh to self about zany harebrained schemes just then conceived.
" ", nickname everyone in sight to the point of becoming obnoxious.
" ", wish friends from over the years were a lot closer by during hardships.
" ", mind being reminded that this terrestrial husk must eventually be shed.
" ", look forward to crossing over after spending an entire lifetime in relegation.
" ", catch glimpses of that gracious blue yonder beyond any Terran wonder ...
Held as more than human —
Rare specimen (a Lumen).
Descendants' blood? Double Type O!
Grazie Giordano Bruno!
Preconditioned Responses = Precalculated Reactions
Such blasé indignities
Will no longer be tolerated —
Arise from ancient ash
Invoked for our cause
This globe is awash.
We should get going
Somewhere else awaits
Let's sing: "Toward dawn
May this treader be drawn!"
Climb up Contemplation Rock
Peer through the thin veneer
Find our actual selves floating free
Among a multiverse of possibilities
Liberated from any worldly want!
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