January 2012
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Percussion: If it's not too much to ask... →
cshenderson:
dirtyreggae:
I have a poem I am working on for a poetry competition, and I think I’m almost done (it’s a more edited version of ‘First Draft’). I want to post it on here for you all to read- and this is where my favour comes in: would you be able to tell me if you understand it? Of course, feel free to…
These are some notes I jotted down earlier this morning:
S1: a bit...
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If it's not too much to ask...
I have a poem I am working on for a poetry competition, and I think I’m almost done (it’s a more edited version of ‘First Draft’). I want to post it on here for you all to read- and this is where my favour comes in: would you be able to tell me if you understand it? Of course, feel free to critique or offer suggestions, but I just want to make sure- if my poem is selected...
I feel sick just thinking about my life.
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First draft
“Tepid dawn of ancestral virtues”
- Aimé Césaire
I
bitter-tasting speech used to be indigenous like lavender
and lips from old civilisations enraptured the history
of long-winded oceans
and antique sunlight
and mountainous frailties
with bulging eyes inflamed from an ancestral dance
a phallus nigger used to do
until some light descends on a continent
that was never there
a...
“dig a hole
“& swim in it”
a message from the grim computer
“ye are...”
– Jerome Rothenberg The Dada Strain
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial intent can never be discerned, because structuralism is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!
Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I'll find out.
Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.
Douglas Adams: Forty-two.
Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.
Oliver North: National Security was at stake.
B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own free will.
Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at this historical juncture, and therefore synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.
Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.
Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of "crossing" was encoded into the objects "chicken" and "road", and circumstances came into being which caused the actualization of this potential occurrence.
Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing events to grace the annals of history. An historic, unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.
Salvador Dali: The Fish.
Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from the trees.
Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.
Epicurus: For fun.
Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.
Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.
Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.
Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken was on, but it was moving very fast.
David Hume: Out of custom and habit.
Jack Nicholson: 'Cause it [censored] wanted to. That's the [censored] reason.
Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?
Ronald Reagan: I forget.
John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the transportation, so quite understandably the chicken availed himself of the opportunity.
The Sphinx: You tell me.
Mr. T.: If you saw me coming you'd cross the road too!
Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately ... and suck all the marrow out of life.
Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.
Molly Yard: It was a hen!
Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.
Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.
Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.
The Godfather: I didn't want its mother to see it like that.
Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken's wings.
Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.
Othello: Jealousy.
Dr. Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have, you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the Need to resist such a public Display of your own lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.
Mrs. Thatcher: This chicken's not for turning.
Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.
Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One's social engagements whilst in town ought never expose one to such barbarous inconvenience - although, perhaps, if one must cross a road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the chicken in question.
Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.
Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome, filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume to question the actions of one in all respects his superior.
Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.
Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of misplaced concreteness.
Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter.)
Hamlet: That is not the question.
Donne: It crosseth for thee.
Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.
Constable: To get a better view.
Yeats: She was following the Faeries that sang to her to come away with them from the dull, bucolic comfort of the farmyard to the waters and the wild.
Shelley: 'Tis a metaphor for the pursuits of man: though 'twas deemed an extraordinary occurrence at the time, still it brought little to bear on the great scheme of time and history, and was ultimately fruitless and forgotten.
Tolkien: Chickens are respectable folk, and well thought of. They never go on any adventures or do anything unexpected. One fine spring day, as the chicken wandered contentedly around the farmyard, clucking and pecking and enjoying herself immensely, there appeared a Wizard and thirteen Dwarves who were in need of a chicken to share in their adventure. Reluctantly she joined their party, and with them crossed the road into the great Unknown, muttering about how rude the Dwarves were to take her away on such short notice, without even giving her time to brush her feathers or fetch her hat.
Tyler Durden: "Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken!"
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The white man called us niggers
while niggers called each other niggers
Now the white man’s ashamed to hear the word nigger
Now niggers ashamed to hear the word nigger
or be called a nigger
or call a nigger nigger
But the white man ain’t ashamed to see a nigger
call a nigger nigger
(so now the white man’s a nigger!?)
“No one can sit at the bedside of a dying child and still believe in God.”
– Bertrand Russell
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There was some reggae but no record player
or docile entertainment with a silver platter between the thighs
of some corrugated roof shack
just some abundant sound
separating my fingers like a saxophone without moderation
or cheap desire or cheap elation
and nothing less than the light of the world
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Reunification of Lytta Vesicatoria
I
Regression and synchronic decline supplanted them with logos
but the Greeks immobile from aphrodisiacs
so much aphrodisiac it was fraud
elected masturbation and a priori
promulgating the negotiation of everything through the discretion of twigs
except Hippocrates
bridgehead of disease
revelation of himself
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I’m divorcing myself from the campaign
for the estranged echoes of widely dispersed echoes
and the emancipation of speeding fines
I want to resign into the stanzas
from those fork-bearded faces
buried in the sub-concious flora
of commerce
They could rectify disgust
and...
I think the mere significance of this essay is...
I know it’s a sign.
Fuck it.
sonofapritch:
dirtyreggae replied to your post: dirtyreggae replied to your post: This may sound…
It’s cool, no worries. :) I’m studying post-colonial lit. & admittedly, I’m juvenile at it. I’m not into his prose, but I found parts of his essay useful. I read the Notebook the other day: astonishing.
HE WROTE NOTEBOOK WHEN HE WAS 23
HOW CAN I DEAL WITH THAT SHIT
I’M 23
ALL I DO IS WRITE...
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Leviathan
A monolith in a spirit doll infatuated by rock bands
and generic slurs of astonishment that have replaced its phallic emotions
which cannot last backstage
.
Ideas of ecstasy warmed under superficial lighting
a gesture of I couldn’t give a fuck if electricity could be bandaged
Leaking its shadow
incense cradles over its own spine
...
Aime Cesaire has just saved my essay.
God I fucking love him!
msmaysick asked: I see the Autobiography of Malcolm X on your reading list. That is my absolute favorite book. Nice.
Anyone want to help me not do my essay? →
“Nothing, not even material well-being, which has allegedly replaced the...”
– Max Horkheimer’s Eclipse of Reason: Means and Ends
“According to current standards, good artists do not serve truth better than good...”
– Max Horkheimer’s Eclipse of Reason: Means and Ends
“Goodness in sense of a specific efficiency” still reduces art to a cultural commodity rather than an individual experience. It is no longer conducive to a healthy rigour of rational, intellectual integrity; instead, what the...
My Essay Question:
How does Horkheimer’s distinction between objective and subjective reason differ from Kant’s distinction between the private and public use of reason?
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“You dumb annoying talentless diabetic bitch, eat some diabetes.”
– Sharon Mesmer
I've gained some new followers over the past few...
I’d just like to acknowledge you by announcing my gratitude for following my blog. I’m not a frequent blogger, but I’ll do my best to look at your blog’s & leave some things in your inbox. In the meantime, please do not hesitate to check out my blog- it’s nothing much, just some of my poetry (all poetry is mine unless it is credited to a certain named poet) &...
Just finished reading Aime Cesaire's 'Notebook of...
O__O
Absolutely staggering.
This is my 200th post
… yeah, adolescent blogger!
“If by enlightenment and intellectual progress we mean the freeing of man from...”
– Max Horkheimer’s Eclipse of Reason
@deadbooks, in-hystero & emerald-quill
Thank you! :)
How do I make it so my poetry isn't double-spaced?
Does it have anything to do with the HTML?
All I have to say about the Stephen Laurence murder investigation: better late than never could have been sooner rather than later… It’s great that he got his justice. It only took 19 years. If Britain could’ve given up its stereotypical preconceptions of urban, inner-city black youths back then, it wouldn’t be tagged as a racist nation today.
The Smallest Minority.: Libertarianism stresses... →
daisysnotebook:
Libertarianism stresses the importance of personal and economic liberty; it is pro-individualism and anti-collectivism. Racism, being an inherently collectivist concept that judges people based on race rather and individual character, is not compatible with libertarianism as a philosophy.
I see…
If you are supposedly ‘anti-collectivist’, how is ignoring the...
“A work of art once aspired to tell the world what it is, to formulate a verdict....”
– Max Horkheimer’s Eclipse of Reason
“Tepid dawn of ancestral virtues.”
– Aime Cesaire ‘Notebook of a Return to My Native Land’
So what-the-hell do they know?!
The word ‘opinionated’ is tossed around a lot by people who think they have opinions. If they have ‘opinions’, then it does not make them opinionated to any one opinion but many opinions, so to claim that they are opinionated would supposedly mean that they hold one opinionated view against an opinion that is not opinionated to a particular opinion. Thus, anyone who thinks...
Everywhere I turn
there’s Africa. I tore myself from my own body
for the over-spewing creole.
I was winning over
the wrong continent, not my dull evangelical
roots. Still, I taught myself… “kind regards”
to sound colloquial, to articulate
all hemisphere’s of hair.
Sharing a single bed
with twelve other analogies.
Come five beds later, emerging slightly from a dim end,
an impromptu
gages the reaction of my thin eyes. A final concerto
of a harassment outside worried my fingernails.
One grew...
observando:
If you know what you are going to write when you’re writing a poem, it’s going to be average.
-Derek Walcott
“In the eyes of the average man, the principle of the majority is often not only...”
– Max Horkheimer’s Eclipse of Reason
Just a thought, but… if poetry that is written with the attachment to the overall wholeness of human existence, pertaining to the further insight of humanity (via ‘superior’, supposedly healthy...
December 2011
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