Sunday, July 11, 2010

Secret Handshake

Some trouser stain with a ponytail sez
a poet is not supposed to tell people what
he thinks: he sez they’re supposed to give
people something to think about…Ends
up the time I spent describing what was
eating me was just another exercise in
presumptuousness. Much more poetic,
sez Mister Fancy Pants, is the arrangement of
Conceptual Bouquets that will allow the
Reader to construct his or her own Mental
Image. Well, la dee da! sez I: give me an
honest fascist over some secret-handshake
elitist any day! That “those who do not know
cannot know” jazz is liable to make a
Philistine feel bad about himself, and
burn your bloodless village to the ground……

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