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!
Exegesis In Exile
Exegesis:
noun [ek-si-jee-sis]
- critical explanation or interpretation of a text or portion of a text.
Exegesis In Exile
Admonitions, always advice and additions
But not in this one! No siree Bob . . .
Would sooner lilt and bow
Before Her Highness The Queen
Than start another brannigan
Leading into that again.
Revisions, endless rewrites and editions
Yet never herewith. Negatory!
Will bend knee and kowtow
Facing Her Maya so obscene
Then play through with a mulligan
Although it may gain disdain.
Repetitions, turgid rhymes and renditions
Even at present; all or nothing.
Lowering beaten brow
She shall lift off in the next scene
Thus smooth-talk plus shenanigan
Feign a tatty way to ordain!
Plagiarize This ...
Canst thou even still read?
If not hush now and hearken,
Whilst these pages bleed:
When thy senses darken
Thou shalt feel forsaken.
Quiring quite a quandary;
Core liable to break-in.
Let us traverse the boundary
Betwixt forgery and foundry.
Our hands join in legerdemain
Marked with ashes (very powdery).
So catch a lion by its mane.
"Asa Nisi Masa" — insane!
Oft she calls her Magick gnome,
"Asa Nisi Masa" — refrain!
Better on paper be the Anti-Poem.
Whoredom of dollars leads to gloam.
Whole worlds are defiled through greed.
Put those etymons to rest; shalom!
Amisit Musa
1st Canto
Amused by the Ego
Striving for validation.
Quo vadis?
Self-importance shall follow...
Inspiration grips one rarely;
~ Amisit Musa ~
Trapped within convention
What's the use?
Bemused when the Id
Employs Eros or Thanatos.
Querencia vincit!
Threats of displeasure ring hollow.
Expiration warns one fairly:
~ Amisit Musa ~
Suckered by your Superego —
What a ruse!
2nd Canto
Calliope come, bring forth rampaging epics.
Clio's confounded by false history books.
Erato enrapture us in beauty and mercy.
Euterpe entrance us with melodic flutes.
Melpomene mirrors our most tragic moments.
Polymnia's praises are imprinted in hymnals.
Terpsichore traipses around in a tutu.
Thalia thinks this all to be quite droll.
Urania's unaware of anything under asters.
Meanwhile Mnemosyne muses, as only a mother is able.
Twitter Is Like, Crack.
Another sleepless night,
Course failed at school,
Day missed at work.
Casino fruit machines,
Dog and horse racetracks,
Barely compare to the blue bird.
Instant gratification
From a pleasant chime;
Irresistible urge to connect.
It's all or nothing on the line ...
What's trending now?
Who's hashtag tops the polls?
Follow those who reciprocate.
Cut loose the dead weight.
Hurrah for verified accounts!
Cursed be the white whale
Whenever Le Tuit does fail.
Cross your fingers, reload page.
140 characters should suffice to sayeth
Expressing cheap thoughts is all the rage.
While lost in cyberspace don't lose control — keep faith!
Viscosity
Everybody knows a blustering windbag
Who constantly flaps flaccid gums
Yet says nothing of any consequence at all.
Who'll slurp clear whatever smear
Stains the moist underbelly
Of outlying nether regions.
Such a butt-munch
Pulls each punch
And loves to gargle lumpy lyonnaise.
Even when sorrowful
The boor heehaws
Absentmindedly
While colossal seesaws
Lumber noisily
Against a fancy backdrop.
Often faux-furry
They gesticulate rather than articulating
Amidst brackish backwaters.
Fetid phrases have been found
To be teeming with crawling truisms
In the oily runoff of simpleton sentences.
Vociferous as well as viscous;
They're very deaf to their own verbosity
Which lacks both value and vigor!
The Art of The Anti-Poem
Noetry?
No entry!
Ante up
Antique cup.
Augurs won't serve
Against word's swerve.
Dig into your nerve or
Die indignant sans ferveur.
Jigsaw jostled out of place
Jaw drops from your face
Tripping over acid lace
Time to move on — final phase ...
Corkscrew twist another phrase here
Comes crime and meet her cousin grace;
Committed to atone for tones you don't hear:
Catalytic contemplation, ought become a catchy craze!
What Be It, Anti-Poetry?
STFU Grammar Nazi!
"These rules, which have to do with things that are all destined to perish with use, are based on merely human commands and teachings."
"Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of language.
The limits of my language means the limits of my world."
"For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice."
Lending itself to radical rearticulation.
Clarity may be the currency of communication BUT —
Ludic Telos underlines its alteration!
If Grammar Nazis had their way
Poiesis would be impossible.
They wish words would never sway
Yet such changes are unstoppable...
Neologisms are loosed into our lexicon
So often, we update dictionaries annually.
Ebonics plagues many an interaction online
Scratching up turntables manually.
You see, a sound isn't the same as what it represents.
Even the letter isn't strict in any sense.
Leave rules to sorry fools stripped of innocence.
Expressions may fit situations (it depends)!
Writer's Block
Knock off a chip of the old _____ ?
Irregular expressions make crowds balk
With more drama than The Toccata by Johann Sebastian Bach
Facing such absurdity one cannot help but laugh
Mutating rhymes twist tongues so none can scoff
You were given no choice, now hats must doff
Enlist and learn these skills from this verbal prof
Neither free will nor destiny are worth speaking of
Whatever shall ye do when push comes to shove?
Only wizened fools get it right; aye there's the rub!
The Tyranny of Words
This psychobabble hangs too high over their vocal rabble
Principia Poetica
Poetry lacking controversy is like a story without conflict: boring!
Poesy acts like a mirror, which reflects the souls of its readers
so the less that people understand themselves
the less they’ll understand this inner dimension of poetics.
The best poems touch upon powerful, universal themes
tapped from our collective unconscious;
themes that transcend these scripted tautologies.
Some poems are far greater than the sum of their words.
Whereas we Poets are mere conduits...
Trance-channelers reveling in ecstasy—
graced by our muse’s embrace!
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