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.
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- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
Sunday, July 06, 2014
SAID INDIGNANTLY
impromptu entrance made
undignified exit story forthcoming
hens gliding through the water
an ocean of darkness
a sea full of spectacles
keeping us under control
as we blindly consume away
impulse and competition
double blanket coldness
politicians in sleeping bags
neck high in hypocrisy
pretending that they care
high castles haunt the poor
who wish they had a battering ram
an earth so fragile
equilibrium more delicate than glass
decision pending
scientists compromised
climate change is a fallacy
paid for by mining magnates
escargot internet
preferred by Rupert Murdoch
the slippery slope has claimed more victims
sandcastles where there is no sand
and the natives were but fauna
just as the LNP is not comprised of humans:
they are more subhuman than those
they would treat as subhuman
the borders are blocked by an iron gate
the lives of people subject to persecution
escape from an awful place only to be sent back
it seems compassion is not forthcoming
babysitting, protecting the cigarettes
uniformed people, intelligent people:
hating people who arrived by boat
they must hate their ancestors too
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