Only after the last tree has been cut down,
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.
- Cree Indian Phrophecy
Art sucks. Poetry sucks. Everything is fucked. I suck. You suck. So if I am so anti-everything, why do I even bother "creating" anything? Well one has to do something with one's time. Welcome to my playground. I am the Dissident Poetician. Doing Poetician stuff is what i do. "Art is dead, don’t consume its corpse" - graffiti in the streets of Paris, May 68. Long live the spirit of May 68. Piss in the fountain of dada.
About Me
- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
REDEMPTION OF AN ATHEIST NIHILIST
the inexplicable explained
the unreasonable reason
this is your death
are you missing something in your life?
11/10/08
the unreasonable reason
this is your death
are you missing something in your life?
11/10/08
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
APOCALYTIC VISIONS
I'm sick and tired
of this plastic existence
devoid of meaning
as walls collapse around me
and whores beckon me
to join them
in their merry parade
of Paris Hilton moments
I had a vision
of the city on fire
people in a flight of panic
concrete on fire
even though concrete doesn't burn
upside down
and inside out
the world keeps turning
and I keep yearning
for something more
than passing spectacles,
false dichotomies
and the choice
between one corporate puppet
or another
I had a a vision
of buildings collapsing
and people ducking for cover
the apocalypse -
enacted upon hallways of apathy
31/8/08
of this plastic existence
devoid of meaning
as walls collapse around me
and whores beckon me
to join them
in their merry parade
of Paris Hilton moments
I had a vision
of the city on fire
people in a flight of panic
concrete on fire
even though concrete doesn't burn
upside down
and inside out
the world keeps turning
and I keep yearning
for something more
than passing spectacles,
false dichotomies
and the choice
between one corporate puppet
or another
I had a a vision
of buildings collapsing
and people ducking for cover
the apocalypse -
enacted upon hallways of apathy
31/8/08
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