ad hoc

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ad hoc
 
Hi dale,
It rhymes so I like it already.Now I will try hard to not like it. That doesn't mean I will end up not liking it but I may say I don't like it...so...
It’s what everyone does today,
or so it’s what they say, “they say!” "at least it's what they say they say. " Simpler but is doing the same as saying. In truth, I believe you are not making absolute sense. Does the line mean "It's what everbody SAYS today, at least it what they say they say" or "It's what everybody does these days, at least it's what they say they do"?Hmmmm.
So I guess it must be OK! “ok?” What's with the quotation marks? There is only the character speaking thus far.
Poetry extemporaneously improvised: Interesting beyond the words. I get it but I tripped over your foot. Not sure this matters considering the next line.
contemporaneously-impromptu-un-devised. Well yes to all of this...in fact yes twice. The hyphenation creates a false genre. You could call it CIUD poetry but why name it at all. So why hyphenate?
 
In this pass through world of crass food grass: Ah, now I revert. "In this pass-through world of crass food grass..." is better for me but I still do not extract the meaning. Help. I cannot help but feel that this is getting self-indulgent. No crime but fess up anyway.
naturally driving on California café gas. I think you could have made more of "naturally" but I am not sure you are that bovvered. It just reads that way. Please tell me it is deliberate
Feeling that being!  As… "Being" is fading fast. Again, I feel a point is being made but not given the benefit of duration.The precipitously injected Bob Dylanesque line that follows is as esoteric as anything he wrote...and he didn't give a damn, either.
Monkey fling upon gen-u-ine fake adobe wall;
doppelganger’s brown: paint all-out
from the rear or there about,
sticking to the stall pseudo-eroding
societal corroding or-gland exploding grout.Yep...well...I guess it is all about the fone-etics. I really AM reading this out loud and I am back there...freewheelin'. It pulses like a buzz-bomb and I just know it will end in a bang. Sometimes...most times....I care little about what I do not immediately understand. I do not believe that MY understanding is of any importance to the "quality" of the poem and so I say when IMO it is gobbledygook. I'm getting close to that point BUT I can still taste the sweetness.
 
“Very fresh: In a too French way,” they call. Hmmm. what is "Too Fresh" and don't say trop frais.
Its repulsive, so many drop the ball. it's...ok? But that does not help me. Ad hoc is a cop-out methinks.
Texture that is so much more than raw;Righty-ho. You've gone over the line. Tell me, how is "raw" a parametric of "texture"? Carrot/ fish?
more than most can stand to feel
without starting to reel,
as though they were feeling a little eel?What is the question?
It doesn’t have the aged obviousness
of an almost exploding too ripe plum.
While those with lesser now brains
widen corpuscles in their Little Jack Horner thumbs.
And…will you go down when the dark night comes?
When you see the truth will you be spun?
Will you play the clown?
Will you start… then try to run?
Desperately search to find something
hip, slick, and cool.
Anything? But play the fool, low down on
Highway…61?I jumped here. It is all too much. OH shit....Highway 61....revisited. I'm jumping to the end.
 
Oblivious: busty bustier is all that they see,
they hear no bass beat of crap rap
-or-
stained glass day-glow disco:
blowing out the urbane manifesto: into the wind with gusto.
Seemingly… carrying the ideology of ontology further—
deeper into the heart-country of the Mississippi/Amazon—
hear little voices saying, “Go beyond, on beyond.” 
Cuban and South American revolutionary:
“Che chic.”
No music to it, but its got a really hot back-lick,
so insouciance no blues can stick.
 
In New Orleans hear it creeping and sighing;
one can hold on to her for lack of trying.
She might sway; fall dead drunk away,
when you try to dock!
Sex and murder,
like contempt-poor-airy poetry;
is just so…ad hoc.
 
erthona
 
©2005 revised 2016

More later. Tablet battery running low. OK I'm back. I didn't like it in parts. Curate's egg but more addled than not. I strongly believe we all have to write a piece like this now and then. It helps clean out the tubes...another title? How about Emetica?
Best,
your friend and ally,
A.Ginsberg