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The Poet    (***Essay/Semi-Filler/Long***)

The Poet as Labourer

Though we are animals, we work in order to avoid the realization of this awkward verity.   And though we may sweat and wrinkle at the toil of our occupations, we know that if we didn’t work at all, our lives would be a billion times less interesting and convenient.  There would be little variation from the daily beastly foragings.

But the Poet despises work.  Work is the villain of Freedom.  Thus, the Poet uses Poetry as Her work, Her justification, Her “easy way out” from the dilemma of having to work to avoid being a helpless animal.  So the Poet should ONLY write Poetry to escape this self-inflicted torture of feeling helpless.  As the Poet David M. once inferred, “If you do not know why you should be saved, then you do not deserve to exist!”

The Poet must be able to walk away laughing, confident and firm, from those who persecute Her as being an irresponsible member of society.



The Poet as Social Commentator

The Poet is always right, as everyone else is wrong.  But the Poet must not write Her messages down as big paragraphs in complex legal form.  No, She must jump onto the stage, tell the audience to fuck off, tell the audience why they need to be fucked off, and then offer an instantaneous solution for their redemption.

The Poet does not have to research Her facts.  The Poet can be ignorant and prejudicial.  The Poet must not care about Her social opinions and ideals.  She is merely expressing Her distaste of things for the flimsy sake of notoriety.  This is because, that since we are animals, we all must prove our valour and position by bad and dangerous behaviours, in order to earn the pleasure of having another human play with our genitalia – for the resultant goal, suggested to us by our many microbe within, to procreate.

And so Poetry is the Poet's method of attracting a suitable mate, without actually having to risk any chance of physical dying, or having to do anything illegally harsh causing harm toward others.  It also gives Her the adrenaline rush and overall contentment to produce a dramatic death at will, rather than foolishly keep testing the boundaries of reality as everyone else must do, and thus possibly die randomly by accident.

It is, however, clear to see that while the Poet is pointing out to society that it needs to be fucked off for being slave to the procreative prison, the Poet is doing so to further Her own pursuit among the same shackled course.  But the Poet must not be stalled by the realization of such hypocrisy, and never falter from Her joyous caroling of telling everyone to fuck off.



The Poet as Immortal Lover

The Poet is an open advocate of Love in all its many hues – natural sex, free love, experimentation, bestiality, naturalism, homosexuality, masturbation, necrophilia and orgiastic divination.  However, the Poet must also glorify chastity, virginity, proper courtship and faithful marriage – for the sake of inferring the greatest sensuous happiness to each specific situation faced.  The Poet will thus use Her Voice for this Cause, even if her own genitalia is neglected from such experiences.

She only Preaches of the Open Love for the sake that maybe such things would actually come to Her as they do in dreams without consequence (i.e. without std's, pregnancy, pesky jealousies and relationship issues, etc.).  For it is Metaphysical Truth, that even if you do not know HOW to gain a particular possession, be it either corporeal or Ethereal, if you merely think about what you want all the time, eventually the pathways of your life will rearrange themselves, to lead you to the tangible grasp of what you want – or at least provide an alternate satisfaction comparably enjoyable.

In terms of prowess itself, the Poet is always the Embodiment of endurance, skill, flaming undousable  passion, animal ferocity, tender subtlety and tactile creativity.  The Poet MUST make love as though every night is both the first and the last, every minute of union bearing Divine Imprint unto all Record.  The Poet must seek to be the paragon of nakedness in the summery fields of beast and flower, just as much as She seeks to be the Eternal Sending of God and the Universal Flow.



The Poet as Religious Icon

Though we do not always see it, we all perform the Shamanic Act.  It is impossible to exist without doing so.  If you do NOT express the Infinite unto others, you will not experience an Afterlife.  Those who do not express the Infinite unto others, usually have children who go on to do – thus their children is their implicit contribution.  Poetry is the Poet's child who goes on to Teach of the Infinite unto others.

The Poet writes Her Poetry for the sake, as William Blake infers, “of raising others to a perception of the Infinite.”

The Poet finds romance in science and atheism.  The Poet bridges together a personal mysticism leading to a logical Universality.  She invents an Eternity that is both sensual AND Spiritual.  She must thus be an enemy to the organization and procedures of all religions and human institutions, but demonstrate an ultimate understanding of their ideals.

The Poet's religion must be unknown.  It must be Her own, yet visibly present in all of Her actions unto others.

When the Poet hungers it is not because of some metabolic process.  Hunger is the result of Her Fate.  Sleep is not a biological function.  Sleep is a choice of Her dramatic comfort.  The Poet should still fast and pray, though She need not to – Her Work against the material difficulties is found in Her Poems.  The Poet may not know how to levitate, heal the sick, nor raise the dead, but She does know to constantly remind us of these possibilities.

The Poet must sin, yet harm no one.  She must sin, not for necessity nor enjoyment, but to learn the Lesson of Punishment – to learn how to Transcend mortality for Herself – then to use this knowledge and teach this Truth unto others.  She must learn that sin is to the Soul as pain is to the body.  She then can save us from those times when we feel dead, thick, empty, wrong and unmovable.

The Poet teaches us how to cherish the sensual experiences that are given by life.  She teaches us not to require them, nor have the desire for too much more of them.




The Poet as Dope Fiend

The Poet is never reliant on a stationary sensual perception.  She does not do drugs for fun, nor for reputation.  She does them to prove and remind Herself that the immediate material existence is an illusion, and is not Reality.

She need not always be mechanically ingesting an unbelievable quantity and variety of intoxicants, but rather always be in the PURSUIT of Inebriation and Euphoria.  Even if the substance sought out is not technically considered a “drug”, She must consume it as though it is, and get off from it.

The Poet consumes All Things and is Eternally Intoxicated by It.



The Poet as Madman

The poet is a Criminal.  The Poet is always striving to break the law in ways that do not harm or obstruct others.  It is imperative that the Poet breaks the law for the sake that She does not become dependent on it.  And the Poet never uses the law to gain advantage over others.

The Poet must not follow any one lifestyle for too long.  However, She must experience all lifestyles there are to be experienced.  The Poet does not arrange Her activities by the clock.  If She were to frequent a particular schedule, She does not traverse between its’ places in the way She did the day before.

The Poet always takes a different route to the same destination.

The Poet is always trying to wake up and turn the heads of the general public.  If the Poet feels like walking strangely, or playing like a child in the midst of an adult environment, or suddenly screaming out incomprehensible sounds for no reason, she does so, not because She is diagnostically insane, but for the memories and bragging-rights that such actions provide, and for the sensual bliss they provide in relieving the unnecessary stress and boredom of reality.

This course of action, purely for the Joy that Madness brings.

The Poet purposefully “acts insane” in order to be persecuted and despised.  For the Poet knows that politeness and predictability lead only to marriage and old age.  Because to be a Healer, the Poet must not be open to just one partner, but Open to all of Humanity.

The Poet is never content with the surrounding society and environment.  The Poet never huddles behind the safety of the sneering finger-pointing group, but IS the one who is persecuted and attacked by such groups.

The Poet walks from All Judgement laughing wildly away.



The Poet as Eternal Martyr

The Poet must Die Young.  This is not a metaphor – the Poet physically ceases to exist in Her 20s, or at most, Her 30s.  The Poet dies laughing, joyous of Her “illogical delusions” which brought about Her untimely demise.  The Poet does not die of any illness, natural disaster, murder, war or the police.  The Poet does not die of “natural causes”.

The Poet Dies because it is Time for Her to Die.




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