05-25-2017, 12:52 PM
(05-25-2017, 05:28 AM)rowens Wrote: I barely have access to decent computer technology. To the internet. If I mess up typing on this little phone, my whole formatic aesthetic will be mucked up. So I only get one chance. That's my procedure with poetry. You have every chance in the world to write it good until you've written it.
It's like cavedweller poetry. You formulate everything in the cave, and when you step out, you're either going to burst into flame, get cancer, have to have sex with a dinosaur or get to have sex with an alien. . . . I sometimes have sex with flame and cancer beforehand just to make sure I'm ready. Ready and have typed everything right.
I've tried to find ways of writing poetry without sexual implications. Since the opposite sex, or attractive sex, whether you're man/bastard or woman/bitch, gay/fag or lesbian/dike, is always disruptive to the intellectual process. But one thing that doesn't change is that eunuchs never write good poetry they only recite it well.
1. Everything you write is poetry to me... or intellectual metaphor... oh, wait, they're the same.
2. "Decent computer technology" -- that laughing's been done, all the way to the bank ruptcy court.
3. But those alien vaginas, don't they have tentacles inside? (Not that tentacles are necessarily a bad thing.)
4. I once tried to type something on a phone; it messed up my aesthetic for months, but produced the best poetry
I'd written in that time as well -- which tells you something about my aesthetic (still trying for more than one).
5. "I sometimes have sex with flame and cancer beforehand just to make sure I'm ready." ... everything you write.
a brightly colored fungus that grows in bark inclusions