dark days ahead
Posted: October 29th, 2016, 10:24 pm
dark days ahead dark days behind
the neon nights of the modern poet
arrived in the middle of an explosion
of questioning just what poetry is for
this is a way of saying that poetry was
no longer something out there
but was now poetry writing itself
for itself through the poet for the poet
poetry really did not get its momentum
until the surrealists gave it new life
by acknowledging its sources in certain
previous fellow travelers, and injecting into
its concepts a fluid view of language
and what the real purpose of that is
these poets are not trying to render grandeur
to some external ideal, but rather attempting
to take down that ideal from its pedestal on high
and show it for the false idol it is
as in Nietzsche's Twilight of the Idols
these poets will write from the view of the street
not from the balcony of the elect who look down
on us, poetry had to break free from its straight
jacket, from its rigid method of seeing words
as mere tools to extol some profane vanity
the new poet wanted to know why there is so much
insanity in the people that pretend to be our confessors
a professor that tries to teach us from stale text books
our philosophy, the new poet finds philosophy
in the words they wrote in the modern neon night
a few strange phrases that mean nothing
but what the words themselves know
the true emotional content
the neon nights of the modern poet
arrived in the middle of an explosion
of questioning just what poetry is for
this is a way of saying that poetry was
no longer something out there
but was now poetry writing itself
for itself through the poet for the poet
poetry really did not get its momentum
until the surrealists gave it new life
by acknowledging its sources in certain
previous fellow travelers, and injecting into
its concepts a fluid view of language
and what the real purpose of that is
these poets are not trying to render grandeur
to some external ideal, but rather attempting
to take down that ideal from its pedestal on high
and show it for the false idol it is
as in Nietzsche's Twilight of the Idols
these poets will write from the view of the street
not from the balcony of the elect who look down
on us, poetry had to break free from its straight
jacket, from its rigid method of seeing words
as mere tools to extol some profane vanity
the new poet wanted to know why there is so much
insanity in the people that pretend to be our confessors
a professor that tries to teach us from stale text books
our philosophy, the new poet finds philosophy
in the words they wrote in the modern neon night
a few strange phrases that mean nothing
but what the words themselves know
the true emotional content