Meta-fragment about poetry

wry tinges

born into matter (cut-up spam poem)

Glimmering of light: sound of will, then
the Lord's face will by the loud hand of time
be reversed, and you, exiled. Same sound
of bees, the loud hand of painting, always
almost honey, is trampled snow the only
keyhole? It blows a gale, then the Lord's face -
good kids playing hookey; you sought to contrive,
intending the cold work light or flakes which
have stolen onto the flagstones. Archangel Winter,
or by the reversed honey, and you - is it almost?
He is born into matter.

illness you can get from pomes (headword poem, dedicated to david lynch)

messages, quotes, pomes

on
separation -

bunny dialogues

it's friday, but

someone's carrying a person
in a bunny dress

vista sidebar location
raps by teenagers

if only tears could bring
true life
for the
camels

or illness you can get
from drinking dirty homemade water

sweet enema wedding

cute picture

pomes with meaning

fishing

rain
dogs

Gertrude wants a chance (spam poem followed by its cut-up)

Of course you're
always at liberty
to judge the critic.
Judge people as
critics, however,
and you'll condemn
them all! A pessimist
and an optimist,
so much the worse
so much the better.
Scratch a lover, and
find a foe. Well, if
I called the wrong
number, why did
you answer
the phone?

If a little labor,
little are our
gains. Man's
fortunes are
according
to his pains.

Learning isn't
a means to an
end, it is an end
in itself. One is
not born a genius,
one becomes
a genius. All you
need for happiness
is a good gun, a
good horse, and
a good wife.

People have
been so busy
relating to how
I look, it's a
miracle I didn't
become a self-
conscious blob
of protoplasm.

I just graduated
and already I'm
way behind. We
are made for larger
ends than Earth
can encompass.
Oh, let us be true
to our exalted
destiny.

Vilify, Vilify,
some of it will
always stick.
The greatest
education in
the world is
watching

the master
at work.


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wrong number, why... much the better. scratch always at liberty, an optimist did answer and already I'm end, it is an end in pains however. a pessimist and an optimist just graduated and I didn't become born as genius, so busy. the wrong world, need for happiness is all, you genius... one becomes for larger ends than his good wife. people vilify a good horse, and happiness is destiny. let us be true to a good horse, and I called wrong number. why... did a miracle; I didn't become a foe. well, if a genius is to judge, the people have been foe. well, if isn't way behind... we end, it is a will always.

time as friendly executioner playing with rubik's cube

The quality of cultural artifact can't be measured by evaluating how it stands the test of time and shifts of contexts. Worthless shit can last for centuries and great artworks can be ignored and devalued right when they are published, maybe even before it. It's all really about the different layers and sides history finds from a cultural artifact at different times by which one can evaluate the historial value of certain work of art... historical phases turn certain artistic object over and over again, and if that object can stand to show its all sides and present still a new side for next generation, then it is going to live.

in art

everything hasn’t only been invented, but already reinvented.