05-07-2021, 05:03 PM
I finally got around to looking at what the critique is. The bird/word bit, is of course a break, a break in the action; a break in flow, and an interrupting shout.
The punctuation does what it does to build up and break down. And like musical stops and starts, in sound in logic.
Well, I put breaks in my poems, intentionally when I don't need to, to justify the ways of gid to man.
There is no Evil. Errors is, of course a swipe at William O'Neill.
But there being no evil, I've been saying that, for years, around town. I figured I'd put it in a poem.
People get pissed the fuck off when I say that.
"I'll take a bullet to let you know evil is real."
"I'll lay down in front of a train to make sure evil is real."
And I don't blame them. When I liked a girl half my age, I would rest in my jealousy. You know, like a hatred. I could see the guy she was with and think, This guy looks so gay. He don't have any hair on his back. And his facial features are real smooth-like, kind of like the girl I like.
I knew I could whip him. And that was enough.
: Now I don't rest in anything. Don't need to.
I say, There aint no evil. People say, Boy, you better calm down.
I say, There is no Evil. Then somebody says something.
It doesn't have anything to do with whether or not there's evil. Nobody's a good sample of it. They've been compulsively avoiding it their whole life. Now
something comes up for them to need it, and they do that thing men with racecar caps do when they know everybody around agrees with them, and they don't have to say anything and they look down and walk away smiling, just knowing.
The punctuation does what it does to build up and break down. And like musical stops and starts, in sound in logic.
Well, I put breaks in my poems, intentionally when I don't need to, to justify the ways of gid to man.
There is no Evil. Errors is, of course a swipe at William O'Neill.
But there being no evil, I've been saying that, for years, around town. I figured I'd put it in a poem.
People get pissed the fuck off when I say that.
"I'll take a bullet to let you know evil is real."
"I'll lay down in front of a train to make sure evil is real."
And I don't blame them. When I liked a girl half my age, I would rest in my jealousy. You know, like a hatred. I could see the guy she was with and think, This guy looks so gay. He don't have any hair on his back. And his facial features are real smooth-like, kind of like the girl I like.
I knew I could whip him. And that was enough.
: Now I don't rest in anything. Don't need to.
I say, There aint no evil. People say, Boy, you better calm down.
I say, There is no Evil. Then somebody says something.
It doesn't have anything to do with whether or not there's evil. Nobody's a good sample of it. They've been compulsively avoiding it their whole life. Now
something comes up for them to need it, and they do that thing men with racecar caps do when they know everybody around agrees with them, and they don't have to say anything and they look down and walk away smiling, just knowing.