At the House of Gaius AuctorAh! What a disappointment! Monsieur de Croix-Cru, you have certainly let me down! That girl had the tepidity of vitiated wine thrown into the Tiber! And she wouldn’t stop talking! Return to me, if you please, my fifty sesterces And we shall once again speak of peace.At the House of Gaius Auctor
Sententiae Antiquae(pattered)Sententiae Antiquae
Tomorrow at twelve o’clock noon Gonna see the girl that I love Gonna love her like nothing for nine hours straight Till she spits at the six o’clock moon
Gonna tickle her under her skirt Gonna stroke her right down to her shoes Then I’ll rock off her socks and drive down to the docks-- Home in time for my three o’clock snooze.
(recited in the Latin of Catullus)
Kiss me, o my beloved. Once, twice, three four and five times And for every year you have been on this earth A lonely man will have received a kiss.
(declai
The Aged SnailO aged snail Why do you weep? Why have you ceased To slowly creepThe Aged Snail
Upon the soil Midst lettuce green? What awful sight You must have seen!
"I've seen three children One by one ooze yellow slime 'Neath crimson sun."
So ask me not Wherefore I weep And why I cease To slowly creep!
Simian Rhapsody“It is true that there are many similarities, but there are also notable differences.” --The Jew of MaltaSimian Rhapsody
Of a love that skirts the seas I sing Dipping down and taking wing Floating up on heated air Walking down the winding stairs Of sordid rooms in Paris, France Where chimps and bearded ladies dance Beating pots and pans around Breaking dishes on the ground. What love is this that I behold What is love that the hands can hold? Drink me up on bended knees A Grecian in a marble frieze Softened into solid flesh-- The virgin Mary of the crèche.
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and so the sword is drawn with acsii, does this make the keyboard the stronger than them all?
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Likes: John Donne, William Blake, T.S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, Bob Dylan, Pablo Picasso, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Franz Marc
Dislikes: Vladimir Nabokov, Jorge Luis Borges, Salvador Dali, Jane Austen
In my spare time I enjoy writing poetry and beating women.
Ashamed of the past, ambivalent of the present, and proud of the future.
Sexual desire and frustration have inspired some of the greatest poems ever produced. Consequently, many bad poets believe that, under the thrall of such desire and frustration, they will produce good work. This is a pitiful error. Just as a timid and inarticulate man is unable to defend himself against a casual insult, and only later that evening receives by inspiration the witticism he ought to have delivered an hour earlier, so the bad poet is unable to translate his current passion into verse, and only after his love has died is able to see it clearly.
Pure, undirected sexuality is still more harmful. To bad writers afflicted with this disease, the maternal curve of a hill evokes not a desire to return to the earth--a desire for death and for the simplicity of an agrarian lifestyle--but thoughts of the loquacious breasts of a sixteen-year old bisexual (an image, that, while salutory, can only be related to those tranquil hills by the most perverse of minds and the most degenerate of intellects).
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The poet is the rare man who sees the true relationships of things to things, names to names, and things to names.
I have already answered this question. The relationship between things and names is the same as the relationship between the poet's vision in itself and the vision made abstract in a work of poetry (and thus accessible).
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and so the sword is drawn with acsii, does this make the keyboard the stronger than them all?
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