Poetry has become the cliche of all cliches. For most “poets” writing has become an act of masturbation, a way to kill some time. Anyone who dares to ramble about stupid shit like love or hope get’s thrown into the lion’s den. Anyone who appreciates the beauty of a river’s flow or the symphonies ofContinue reading “Poetry is a Waste of Time, a poem (believe it or not)”
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Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem
Reading a book alone in the Redwood Forrest On the observational scale, I do sit here in the redwoods in lotus pose, with a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a stack of logs next to me. What is the catch? Is that but the paranoid disillusionment of the redneck hippiesContinue reading “Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem”
What Place Do The Artists Have in Revolution? A Poem
What Place Do The Artists Have in Revolution? PRODUCE! Must produce content! For fame, For a following, Quite literally and painfully so, thanks to the stench of both words. To produce is to manufacture, To manufacture is to produce. The workers are the ones who produce, So the artists, the writers, the creators, we areContinue reading “What Place Do The Artists Have in Revolution? A Poem”
James J Jackson 