aristotelis nikolaidis

[sweetwater]

of poets: a short code

poets speak to us in auto-ending words
in phrases that do not avail the commons
they are essentially against, and when they laud
they are at once at pains to humble their own selves

poets are incompetent to read or write
excepting only verse, they disregard all proofs
and quest for the unprovable, for the obscure
because apothecaries live in lighted spots
they dwell within a void, at the dark core of things
where time's consumed by fire with speed of light

poets are required to live in solitude
to reconstruct the laws and nature
to abrogate the four dimensions
suffice that doing so lends meaning to their form

poets are debarred from entry into
squalid areas and condominia
from tricking out themselves as birds and dignitaries
(they even are obliged to go round in the nude)
and then above all else they must not hold their tongues
when others masticate the language that they speak

prohibited are meat and wine and intercourse
unless converted into verse
prohibited are honours and honoraria
prohibited are dichotomies and trichotomies
prohibited of course is giving of false witness
but most paradoxical and most hilarious
it is prohibited that poets suffer death

[Shem]

There is meat here.... I must digest it.....

[Shem]

“Nothing is true, everything is permitted”
Wine and sex, the meat of poetry.
SPEAK, Speak, Write!
Holding back,
holding back is what is not permitted.
To let the narrow golden thread
flow through you.
No edits, no re-writes,
The MOMENT.
The moment,
ever fleeting is the goal.
That which can never
quite be caught.

[still.trucking]

poetry and tuna fish
as good as it gets for me
thank you very much
I never know how to express my gratitude to poets
All I can tell you is how it is for the common man
who has no poetry in him

thank you very much for the poem
& something to aspire to.