the beauty of arrogance... imagine a writer who actually thinks himself a writer. herself. the body of a minotaur, diluted by candid deliveries. imagine a cluster of voices, like a bush, any bush, fixed on the notion of something being heard. packs of fools picturing themselves as ripe berries. additional mythologies: stolen, elevating already boring levels of boredom, rightfully belonging to bored people, to new levels of increased boredom. imagine art. the annexation of ideas, standing tall against the will of the artist: obliterated and re-launched, suddenly with different kinds of new prefixes and different kinds of new precursors, thinking themselves fashionable. finally. imagine life, portrayed as death. a gutless stand, narrated by brangelina, or better: a highly functioning, re-generated robot person. a trustworthy machine beauty, programmed for affirmation: a friend. someone who cares. preferably on tv.
now, imagine rules: what to say, and when. to whom, for what reason?
besides the monastery,
what are the rules for attempting disbelief?
in literature: is it really interesting for anyone to tell anybody else what to write?
henry miller:
"when you can't create you can work."
why not.
some additional rules:
1. never apply the suffix [... on acid] to a sentence (as in "she's like bob dylan on acid) unless it goes as following: "she writes like [...] on acid, thinking she is him on acid, thinking he is [...] on acid, writing an acclaimed book on acid."
2. "... they say [poetry] is the devil's [literature]"
"... boy, at least he fucking jammed!"
"... if it's a choice between eternal hell and good [verse], or eternal heaven and NKOTfuckingB,
I'm going to be surfing on the Lake of Fire [reading poetry aloud]...
"... when did mediocrity and banality become a good image for your children? I want my children to listen to people who fucking [versed] ! I don't care if they died in puddles of their own vomit, I want someone who [verses] from their fucking heart !
"... I want my [poets] dead ! "
3. no foot notes whatsoever. they are precursors to suicide.
4. if you have to be a drinking poet, for god's sake, vary your liquor. a crate of sternburg leads to a poem about a crate of sternburg. if so inclined, make sure to try all the colorful bottles on the lower shelves in aldi, lidl, nettomarkt, norma and netto. especially when you're well off. extra points for russian and polish import.
5. don't be afraid to downgrade. especially when you're well off.
B.A.
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