Tucked in the stack of to-be-processed periodicals, the new Poets & Writers cover surreptitiously screams like Van Gogh post-ear something about where O where can my inspiration be the KKK took my inspiration away. Fuck if I know, I usually just steal obscurities then quietly rage eight seconds after that the page contains naught but awful. I haven't decided if 'writer's block sucks' is indeed an axiom or actually a blessing in a Groucho nose n' stache because my stuff does suck (the secret word!), the two sucks canceling each other out, thus taking the title of Suckiest Bunch of Sucks That Ever Sucked from black notebook poems & returning it to it's rightful owner, that bowling team the Cadavaliers & leaving me with nothing but saccharine gunk.
Someone pick a word already & I'll write around it & never show it, my synapses are blocked, or drunk.
Speaking of drunkards, only explanation for the lack of Kiss Kommenters. NE Ohio, you too, suck.
There's verse in them thar turgids!
I'm going to start stealing from myself. The Poetics of Onanism. Add 'Marxist' & we've got a postgrad bestseller on our hands.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Unwinding only leads to being unwound
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Graves, you swine!
The Poetics of Onanism - is that iambic, or do you have some other rhythm working for ya there, Lefty?
Regards,
Tengrain
Just yesterday during one of my general perusals of internettia's more obscure trails of irrelevant information I happened across a scientific paper published in 1974 about writer's block. You may find it helpful.
Isn't that tune just a bit catchy for your dark tastes??? :p
((Hugs))
Laura
tengrain, dactylic bien sûr, for what's more heroic than this?
susan, lemon juice & x-rays, I knew I was going down the wrong path. Thanks!
laura, just 'cause something isn't constructed of skullsplitting power chords doesn't mean it ain't dark. Or, vice versa, catchy. Damn Canadians!
You are correct Luke. There is apathy in the Force.
But this guy got into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1986!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbzc77Tz6PA
:-)
See, that's what happens when you aim too high. I say start with a book of dirty limericks. Sex always sells, even bad sex.
Wait a minute....Is there such a thing as bad sex?
That song sure did heat up in that last minute and a half. I almost couldn't tell if that was her voice shrieking, or a guitar solo with lots of feedback and sustain. (I'm guessing it was the voice.)
demeur, I didn't bother checking.
nunly, you just made Gene Simmons' hairpiece cry.
There once was a man from the internets...
tom, their only album, & essential. Highly recommend tracking it down.
Just FYI: yes, there is such a thing as bad sex. :P
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