Friday, July 27, 2018

until you get there is no because you’ll always focus on the was


(but who grants absolution for sins that never were committed? – natalie merchant)

 

i am reading steve richmond’s “santa monica poems”

inspired i google “the generation of poets after the beatniks”

but every suggestion was about the beat generation

 

the generation after:

bukowski

richmond (who was called the american rimbaud)

thought the niks were arrogant

 

you know the saying,

“the more you eat the more you shit”

 

bukowski and richmond were underground

and academia forced on us the poets after the niks

who dealt with cultural injustices

racism, poverty

this made them relevant

 

i’m still trying to find

other poets since the niks

confessing my ignorance

 

but the two aforementioned names

have been all i can find

and i only discovered both

in the past few years

 

well after i started walking

the dark streets of decay

 

where

 

the only way to eke out existence

in an existential environment

is to erase existentialism from your mind

 

because existentialist still think

there is something to find

unable to define in-congruency

in their dance of denial

 

there’s no such thing as anything

other than what others need you to be

to make their thing a possibility

 

don’t confine within any line

eat where you want to dine

even if it makes your shit unrefined

because art doesn’t ache for absolution

 

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