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Monday, September 22, 2008

அன் இரோனிக் உஸ் ஒப் ஆஃஉஇரெட் ச்கில்ல்ஸ் (An Ironic Use of Acquired Skills)


I felt a funeral, in my brain
when i am in poetics class.

i sit here
bored
waiting for something to happen.
i am tired of literal images.
i am tired of studying syntax and inflection.
i am tired of a windowless room.
at

6 comments:

  1. I Can't Give You Anything but LoveSeptember 22, 2008 at 1:09 PM

    your blank verse offends

    when did it become
    poetry
    to write prose
    and add line breaks
    whimsically

    you write wall posts like this
    also

    also
    where did you learn tamil

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  2. BerniceSeptember 22, 2008 at 3:06 PM

    it is always poetry
    to make art
    if you say it is

    i've always known tamil. i'm surprised we've never discussed this.

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  3. Michelle Obama Has a Rabbi in the FamilySeptember 22, 2008 at 9:48 PM

    Also your tense is confused in the first two lines... but I support boredom as inspiration anyways.

    Brautigan has your back Bernice:

    "Death is a beautiful car parked only
    to be stolen on a street lined with trees
    whose branches are like the intestines
    of an emerald.
    You hotwire death, get in, and drive away
    like a flag made from a thousand burning
    funeral parlors.

    You have stolen death because you're bored.
    There's nothing good playing at the movies
    in San Francisco.

    You joyride around for a while listening
    to the radio, and then abandon death, walk
    away, and leave death for the police
    to find. "

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  4. I Can't Give You Anything but LoveSeptember 23, 2008 at 1:50 PM

    set
    and match

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  5. zekethejewishsatanistSeptember 23, 2008 at 1:53 PM

    there once was a man named john mckend, who walked into traffic and that was the end.

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  6. AstolpheSeptember 26, 2008 at 1:55 AM

    I'm all for stealing
    cars.

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