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Et Tu, Poet?
(written w/JohnFeddeler)
wanna rattle the grave
and wake the fucking dead
with the fire i spit
between these teeth.
you know it's about damn time
that someone stands the fuck up
and speaks their part of mind.
can't keep this mouth shut
too many speaking of nothing
spending day in and day out
reaching for their burnt out stars
my Sister screams from the mountaintop,
but her cries perish in silence & sorrow.
her crudeness belies her heart’s trepidation
for the death of art, long buried in obscurity’s
grave. we revenant rebels, we few, still herald
the words of Oscar Wilde: ‘Art never expresses
anything but itself.’ & therein lies its true
aesthetic.
is there a tongue that will shout the glory that
once was poetry? a hand that will color the bare
canvas with an enchantment that will blind us,
that will restore a faith so long in demise?
give us something to believe in.
Rage! Rage against the dying of Art! [/font]
wanna rattle the grave
and wake the fucking dead
with the fire i spit
between these teeth.
you know it's about damn time
that someone stands the fuck up
and speaks their part of mind.
can't keep this mouth shut
too many speaking of nothing
spending day in and day out
reaching for their burnt out stars
my Sister screams from the mountaintop,
but her cries perish in silence & sorrow.
her crudeness belies her heart’s trepidation
for the death of art, long buried in obscurity’s
grave. we revenant rebels, we few, still herald
the words of Oscar Wilde: ‘Art never expresses
anything but itself.’ & therein lies its true
aesthetic.
is there a tongue that will shout the glory that
once was poetry? a hand that will color the bare
canvas with an enchantment that will blind us,
that will restore a faith so long in demise?
give us something to believe in.
Rage! Rage against the dying of Art! [/font]
Published 22nd Oct 2014
| Edited 17th Sep 2015
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22nd Oct 2014 8:55pm
Sorry, but I don't see a connection between your poem and the picture that obviously is a reminder of February 13, 1945. Could you explain, please?
22nd Oct 2014 11:02pm
The poster represents the bombing of Dresden, in Germany, by Allied planes. the city was a mecca of art & architecture, much of it destroyed in the inferno. what is infinitely worse is that uncountable thousands of civilians perished.
The poem, therefore, is an elegy regarding not only man's created arts, but also a mourning for the true art of human life.
The poem, therefore, is an elegy regarding not only man's created arts, but also a mourning for the true art of human life.
