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Sunday, January 02, 2005The Muse is upon Me
I had a moment of clarity last night. I came to the realization that I've been wasting my time. I've been writing "essays" and "comedy" when what's really in my heart, what's deep within my soul...is poetry. Yes, I want to be--no, no. Better to say, "I am meant to be, destined to be..." a poet. And so, in 2005, I leave behind my pitiful attempts at wit. I embrace my heart. From here on out, I shall write nothing but...word art. Not word art in the Microsoft Office sense, where you take words and stretch them in different ways to be eye-catching. Oh, no. I shall make art out of words. Like a sculptor works in whatever they work in, I shall use words to paint my canvas. Here for you now, my very first effort.
It's an exploration of the innocence of childhood. I call it... Violent Orgasm (A Poetic Treatise) Turtle Wax! Turtle wax! My dogs like carrots. Oh dey like ‘em da carrots. How I long for the Restless simplicity of toasted cheese. Grilled? Perhaps. Perhaps. But toasted in some places. Deviled Ham! Deviled Ham! The garbage must be Taken out! Taken out! Now? Oh, yes. Yes. Now. Damn Ebert! Damn Roeper! The Aviator stunk on Hot fucking ice. “Best of” my hairy ass. Woe be unto Bush. For He shall know the pain and Dread of my scorn. Hear him weep in the night, Because he knows I don’t like Him. Oh, he knows. And weeps. Pimple! My God, I'm good. It's just so incredibly moving, no?
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