Are some poets a different species?

I sometimes can't help but wonder if some poets are a different species?

Poetic Outlaws

Why Rimbaud Went to Africa

By: David Lerner

poetry isn’t literary

poetry isn’t sure which fork to

use

poetry can’t name the parts of speech

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poetry doesn’t like cappuccino

poetry doesn’t want to be printed in a

small press edition with its name on the

cover and get reviewed in 2 little magazines

read by 3 people

argued over by 8

poetry doesn’t care about glory

glory is nice but poetry figures it’s

dessert

poetry doesn’t want to get laid

poetry might want to get drunk but

that’s only self defense

poetry doesn’t want to traipse around Europe

and collect stray bits of wisdom

from ruined empires

that it can show like slides when it gets home

poetry has a headache

poetry is a slingshot

a war you can carry in your pocket

a better way to die

the kind of fire that never goes out

and never gives an inch

poetry wants to be on every street corner

hissing from the cracks in the sidewalks

from the columns of print in the newspapers

on the lips of people on buses going to their

miserable jobs in the morning

poetry wants to be

in the prayers of dogs and the

screams of acrobats

in the terror of politicians

and the dreams of beautiful women

poetry wants to be

an eye through which the world will see itself and

tremble

poetry doesn’t want to

die in the gutter

it already knows how

poetry doesn’t want to sparechange strolling professors

and millionaires

wear anything but blood

have conversations with college students about

the meaning of life

because a bad wind is coming

you can smell it in the air

the pollution of the cities

mixed with the odor of rotting souls

the wind will climb

it will have little sense of humor

it will not want cappuccino

or reviews

or girlfriends

or anything else

except the death of

everything we love

You can find David Lerner’s hard-hitting published works at Zeitgeist Press.

“Lerner was a broken-down saint if there ever was one. He was an eloquent screamer, a soft-spoken rageoholic, a madman with a great manuscript. His poetry will always be a reminder of a time when poetry in the Mission was spontaneous, magical, and more than a little bit dangerous.” — Bucky Sinister, San Francisco Bay Guardian

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You've really provided me with my vitamins today. I'd missed this one and glad my heart is still beating and I read it. I and we are all better for it. Thank You! Poetry makes nothing happen. It survives. 

Sloan Bashinsky

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Radülfr Odinson

Human: Prove to me that you are alive and real!

AI:...No you.

Human: .... well now I don't know if I am.... 

 

Sloan Bashinsky How about I turn you off, Bot, and you see how you like that? Or, I mark you as spam? Or, I don't buy your company's product? Or, I report you to the Mother Ship, for stalking? 

 

Richard Uppheim
Humans asked bots to ask humans to prove they were not bots. This was necessary, because humans were using bots to act as humans. 

Meanwhile, the checks got so complicated, that humans got bots to send the checks to humans to prove they were human and not bots after all. 

In other words, humans were using bots to use humans to prove to bots they were human and not bots, which while technically true, were acting as bots on behalf of other humans.

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