The Nietsche Beardsley Homer Homer Simpson Riff. I wanna call it but people will think I’m an idiot.

November 24, 2008 at 6:11 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 11 Comments
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oh no, not mr N again
all that knowing and noh-ing
and nodding, the truth in some
half-ironical smile beneath the most
outrageous of moustachios
the twinkle in his eye distracting
from the spot of blood in his elegant
kerchief

meanwhile Beardsley re-invents the arabesque
for its own sake wherein the Sumerians
found the first written language,

everything describes itself
perfectly, so why
poetry Homer.

What shall we do with these three long hairs?
I vote the comb-over.

(I should put a link here to My Mental Milkcrate’s piece called Three Lines Free which was partly the inspiration for this piece. Jess is a great writer.)

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