>>> 1st NEW POEM I HAVE WRITTEN IN 3 YEARS; NOW YOU MIGHT KNOW WHY <<<
from “The Nine Types of Poets” (sketches)
Nine? There are at least 69 of ‘em
inside,
wanting out,
Warden.
Pay attention, please -
and as you should -
to the ones banging about most loudly
against the cages,
to be sure -
but also, please kind Sir,
take thoughtful, wise care
with the quieter ones;
one helps the other.
Let them out and see what
horrors, and glorious failures, and
attempts at [the current definition of] sanity
will soon follow
like an army.
Damn them torpedoes;
Full speed ahead,
As some writers of verse
Whom lay waste
To their own preconception of themselves
May very well accede.
Unholy Child-Brides of Cthulhu
The poultry and rabid musings of Yeshua Yog-Sothoth and the Unholy Child-Brides of Cthulhu
IN HONOR OF MS. STREEP and IN HORROR OF MARGARET THATCHER, here is an old poem from my personal, mold-infested vault:
Margaret Thatcher Declares An End to War
Then she took a walk around the head; nothing there, went out.
Grabbed a fistful of yen, went ‘round back to Babylon.
Ate a dog, spermed a whale, thrust javelins to Dr. Caligari’s eyes.
Grew tusks! Had one removed at the dentist’s.
Called home, spoke to deceased Father, and Mother;
Inquired of comatose Siamese sister.
‘This contagion,’ she later told doctors, ‘had just given birth.’
She was lying.
NETFLIK'R'D™
F R O M T H E D E S K O F Y E S H U A Y O G - S O T H O T H .
AS A PRE-EMPTIVE REPRIEVE from the usual vainglorious, ego-driven poetry intending to make its way here, also to be posted soon will be a few minor 'reviews' of some "Instant-Streaming" movies available on The Netflix I was able to stomach for not much longer than 3 or so minutes before forming opinions and plot predictions which then were shared nearly instantaneously with the entire Netflik'r'd™ community in a self-righteous, inebriated state at odd or unusual hours.
"Ironically, Impatience begat the 'Pause' button," as Sir John Thomas Edison improbably wrote, despairingly, to his Mother – back in those simpler, old-fashioned days. Likewise, what may have, indeed, begun as "a series of delightfully angry responses to a particular strain of [Netflik'r'd™] armchair critics who, as if out of spite, refuse to watch more than a few moments of nearly any film before acting upon their primal need to proclaim closely-held (and poorly articulated) assumptions in particularly self-indulgent, ignorant ways" (as the Times somewhat chummily held forth in a summary of my unpublished ledger) nevertheless ended abruptly when, upon investigating the sheer, practical handiness of said "Instant-Streaming" technology (a Pause button! A Stop button! A Post Your Own Review button!) I realized I had no U.S. dollars to lose by "walking out," so to speak, of what certainly would not become a better film upon further viewing, as I'm sure you will all come to agree.
Also to be posted, as decency allows: 3 clenched fist-fulls of actual, unedited RIPOSTES to other miscreants' reviews from the offended and/or disgruntled Netflik'r'd™ apologists for Unreason and all else that is foul in modern-day cinemafantastique. Cheers!
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