(unless they look like James Spader) Hi! It’s been over a month since Poetariat’s last dispatch, so here are some brief notes in lieu of anything substantial: a) Smokehouse is working on what will be one of the greatest literary masterpieces of all time. You will see it if and when she decides you’re worthy …
Author Archives: Moral Authority
we’ve arrived
It’s come to my attention that literary powerhouse This Recording links to us in their massive tl;dr blogroll! I am so flattered!
ich hab’ keine Lust meine Pflicht zu erfüllen
Inspired by Nirvana’s “Scentless Apprentice” and Nina Hagen’s “Unbeschreiblich Weiblich,” I wrote some more song titles along the same lines: Phallogocentric Shmendrick Abstruse Masseuse Engorged Geordi LaForge Collegiate Eedjit Skinny-assed Cineaste Genderqueer Engineer Freestyling Skræling (I should note that “unbeschreiblich weiblich,” being adjectival, doesn’t technically fit in with these, but what the fuck.)
Palin-drome number 1
Because “All I saw: Wasilla” was too easy: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dumbelinathedaft/2877369709/
fuck off, I’m voting for Nader
This year’s Olympics of Banality are turning out AWESOME. Here’s a poem about consumer politics in America, specifically the pathetic Obama movement. I wrote most of it a few months ago. It’s in all lowercase with minimal punctuation because I didn’t want the typography to interrupt the doucheflow. It’s still pretty rough, but that’s the …
Thank you for your pohickory subsequent to iteration Maginot Line. However, your wornil was not selected for the first sprinkle iteration.
I wrote this little baroque-flarf gem in maybe early 2004 (although parts of it are older) and submitted it to a student publication at my alma mater. They rejected it, because they are idiots. the dying sonnet sacrifices its only begotten spazz-bastard for the future midget abortion trash sang in starry night of shit blinking …
early works, part I
Here are some poems I wrote when I was 11 or 12. The first one kind of peters out at the end. Fuck you, I was in sixth grade. It was probably my bedtime. The Refrygerator Refrygerator! Refrygerator! freezing bright In the kitchens of the night: What industrial gizmo or widget Could keep the meat …
babyfur
Here’s a poem I wrote in like 5 minutes, about a year and a half ago, about that magical subculture where furversion and adult baby fetishism intersect. It’s pretty terrible, but you’ll like it better when I turn it into a song. I’m thinking of programming it in Pure Data and making it sound like …
why are things the way they are? Τί ἐστιν ἀλήθεια;
Here are three biographical poems about important individuals of our time. I wrote them in early 2008. They’re not really clerihews, but what the fuck: 1. Richard Kern Improper kerning can make porno pomo, But if you don’t like Kern, you must be a homo. [I realize there are plenty of homos who like Kern, …
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