Hi grasshopper,
A mischevious literary piece here! The first line amazes me: instead of
doing what poem's first lines customarily do - draw the reader in - this one
says the opposite (and still does that!). That's brill!
And it's brillness goes on! (I mean there's utter irony in saying "my
forte's raw words" when all the craft of sonnet-making's so evident!)
The style, and language too, is a blast from the past.
And the title, too, belongs where the poem's coming from!
Did you have a particular group in mind? A particular poet who could have
written this? (Mischevious me almost wants it to be subtitled "a poem
discovered in the lost papers of - who was the poet you wrote about before -
Hulme? or something like that...)
I think I'll pin this on my wall on New Year's Eve as one of the bright
moments of 2002!
Bob
ps - you mention apple sauce comments... (LOL) but what I'm tasting here's
more like the world's finest - and Bradford's or Withington Road's sauciest
- Vegetable Rogan Josh!
B
>From: grasshopper <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: New sub: manifesto
>Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2002 21:36:33 +0100
>
> Manifesto
>
>If you can read this, please step back. It's clear
>you're standing far too near the page, for I,
>I'll introduce myself anon, am here
>to fence your questions about What and Why.
>Behold an author of the Modern Age.
>Take time to marvel at my bold designs.
>So what if fogies pick their bogies, rage
>and fume about my fucks and abstruse lines?
>
>What if my verse makes little sense and lacks
>all logic, form and rhyme? I bow towards
>the avant garde; let other sorry hacks
>supply the style. My forte is raw words.
>
>I steep myself in darkness, drugs and drink:
>A poet feels, you fools. Let others think.
>
> grasshopper
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