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Contradiction is Juicy

Wednesday, March 27th, 2013

I tried to read it with music                               playing

But they had other sayings of the same thing

In different form I turned down and off

The music with words and moved toward      a!

More instrumental mental state where no

Humans spoke      prunes that help these

Bowels to flow more smoothly                       I wanted

To ride the wave                                               the Vollmer vomit

Spat on the page peaceful rage                      and

Timeless age

 

I tried to read it near a window

With the sun shining in but                        the words

Shine their own light                                   and the reflections

Too bright contradicting redundant

Contrast                                                        I had to pull

Blind and lose sight of                               the land and

Dry slander a salamander                         step into her waters

One foot washed by the bubble bath

then came waves on waves

Having fun being tossed and turned

By no punctual punctuation

Colored People Time

 

I tried to read it with a dictionary near

But I’d have to slow myself and get

Back on the shelf with my binding against

The wall looking down afraid to fall

In  Be lost  tossed once again

A gain from no strain to understand it

All good in the hooded Trayvon walks

Innocence meets darkness on occasion

To lighten it with the

Tastes of the rainbow.

vmc03/27/12

Response to Probably not substantive enough to be post-worthy, but…

Friday, March 8th, 2013

America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I’m sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.-Who else but Ginsberg?(sickedwickedness)

I aim at this section of, America , because of Cobain and Plath’s “attractiveness.” Cobain’s music was attractive. Plath’s poetry was attractive. But “America” wants us to believe that their suicide was attractive because “America” wants us to think that “its machinery is too much for us.” The affect that drugs have on an artist and the artist’s mind state is very real.  The affect that fans have on the artist are very real because of all the pressure the artist is put under because of their fame and are almost looked at as a “saint” when in reality they are far from it because they are destroying the very beautiful bodies backstage that their fans fantasize.  Can we blame “America”? or Do we blame the artist?

 I totally respect them as mainstream idyllic figures because their form(their physical attractiveness) and their content (their poetry and music) should be respected we cannot argue with how handsome Cobain was or how pretty Plath was.  My opinion is that their ending was ugly.  Too many fans look to these people, I mean, idyllic symbols as more than human and become confused.  I am not confused about it because I’m sure these artists did not feel that they were as attractive as we thought they were.  Plath didn’t have enough education and Cobain took too many drugs to cope and what a slippery slope and you lose sight of Hope when your Dream has been accomplished and you can’t make it to the finish, is it too late too replenish the soul you chose to diminish?  No, it’s not too late. Life is a big Responsibility and the more you are given the more you are responsible for. What do I know? but “Rumor has it!!” ha ha ha

 However, you can’t argue with the beauty of an early death either because where I was raised, here in America, that’s what I was always reminded. And a few words from a brother of mine Kanye  Omari West in America (please don’t get caught up on the form and only try to see the content):

 “The block is at war, post dramatic stress, ran up outta pillz, rob dat CVS, niggas gettin bust over in Gods we trust, We believe in God butdo God believe in us?,if we believe enough will we ever get to know him, that lean got us dosin’ ,if we get there we the chosen, i been poppin shit for too long, but still reppin where I came from”-Kanye West

 “Dr. Martin Louis The King Jr. and imma never let the dream turn to Krueger’s”-Kanye West

I could write shorter sermons but when I get started I’m too lazy to stop.-Lincoln

 

 

Clock In

Saturday, January 19th, 2013

No Snow, Oh No!

This means I have to go: /

Go to work, go to school

 

Oh, how I would have loved

To be splashing in the cool

Pool of flakes.

 

And when the chill gives me the shakes

I tell my soul, “Let’s embrace”

Then the warmth shows on my face

 

And I become one with the place

 

Now have this outlook on a book

The book becomes a brook

 

Try this at work

Then work is the perks.

 

Trust you, it works!

 

vmc01/19/13