«la poesia invece è stata rimpiazzata dal rap, attraverso il quale continua a essere viva e vegeta».
j. franzen
forse viene troppo comodo partire dalle assurdità, dette o fatte da qualcuno, per scrivere un post. è troppo comodo se non si ha una qualche controprova dell'assurdo, benché circoscritta a un'area minoritaria della controversia. se si ha questa controprova, però, è bene farla vedere a qualcuno, magari a chi si occupa della conservazione, dello status quo argomentativo.
se sei in ascolto, chiunque tu sia, fai uno sforzo e fatti un favore: leggi qui sotto.
non si tratta di rimpiazzo, ma di espansione.
d.b.
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descending
on the center _ from the outskirts of obscurity _ with a raised fist _
symbolization of the urgency _ strength blowing kisses and winks toward
adversity _ subtle yet as vital as the ink on your currency _ I’m
currently spiraling sinking inking melatonin toning governing soft _
naturally firm in “lost _ fell off the edge of the whirlpool” thoughts
_ intangible _ in this civilization _ lacing loud scream _ slew
attachment to parchment _ in my apartment we all wear yellow rubber
jackets _ give me some more I’d like to taste _ swallow it whole and
wipe your face _ tickling at your sense of thought _ this square is
brought for knowledge _ apply it ripples twisting _ twisting your gnomes
trickle _ or lack of the above _ this crowd submerge yourself in puddles _ light reflecting off soft waves _ make it a blurred aspect subject
_ to ponder the vertical dynamics of further respect _ one cannot
truly feel the mass between the top and bottom points _ h2o is a symbolism
we have chosen to use as an anointment _ thoughts are sent _ thinking
it skimming it skip in dip in my entire action creator and popular
inflator flotation devices are your vices _ dislocate your elevator
_ later you will yearn and pray if the liquid form break from the norm _ open
wide face up to attempt to and take particles from the storm _ you’ve thirst for substance of decisive ground
_ twice as round as your skin’s tough wait no further _ we touch
bottom and break surface depth as our eldest daughter _ with your eyes and
no one's fear
I
took a dip last week through the liquid that gathered _ near the tip of
that peak that exists in my matter _ I taught myself to survive without my feet
on the ground _ I never felt so alive as when I drowned _ a
pebble moistened _ vines dripped _ drip _ blessed drip _ we’re saved _ a
puddle
bestill
the shores bend and splash _ heavy rye on life preserve _ but still
pouring friend _ I’m asking asphault may I melt here _ beat down by the
aquarium that we all deserve to break from _ reflecting what's observed _
deep straight and every curve _ swerve and meant to contend with four _
with life form purposes served _ I put my greatest foot into the ice
cold pool _ and roll off the most intense of steps been ever _ the rebels _ leviathan _ risen _ prominence _ wet
stone _ monolith _ drinking _ continence _ and the unanimous smells leaking definitely _ is
sour of audience _ captive _ isn’t it _ the end and the all-muddied,
that’s our humble home _ “you” is a soaked in yes _ release _ niagara _ anxious _ fragments _ pause _
deep puddle dynamics _ we _
an arched antartical snow ball falling through the deserts _ set sensitive
_ a fluid too present for dense _ I see numerous seeds free-floating upon the chemistry _ evaporation
is non-existence in this conglammorate form by energy _ the dawn contorts the destiny _ pathway unpredictable
_ ripples hold the visions _ a chisel in it now positions _ visions waving and squiggling constantly moving hard
to realize my eyes _ ears in
listening are tools for saving you from your intelligence demise
I
took a dip last week through the liquid that gathered _ near the tip of
that peak that exists in my matter _ I taught myself to survive without my feet
on the ground _ I never felt so alive as when I drowned _ a
pebble moistened _ vines dripped _ drip _ blessed drip _ we’re saved _ a
puddle
I’m in love with a flying mermaid _ she brings me
glass of air and plates _sings
me songs of how we used to love concrete _ all my dreams are coral reefs and my
love is a tree _ and we view
shattered moon like chattering of
all the things we (gonna) wanta (oughta) be _ my sweet sound safe cab beauty is far up longing stare
at the determined mariner _ navigating
through those debating our interest value _ envisioning a reach to arrive on an
island where anxious waiters fill the beach _ surfacing for breath, inhale, and then return to the
depths _ submerged in the
verses where the worth is kept _ viceless
_ exotic _ exciting until we evaporate _ draw my mass upon your peninsula _
aquatic colors to illustrate _ the
sailing power set within a siren stone _ longing to reach the shore, engulf
themselves in music free of pours of mideon _ my word is my springboard _
wearing my water wings for the dive _ and I slit my throat for gills in the
event I gotta survive _ we are
the raft _ the bank _ the drift _ the kelp _ the 40,000 leagues of inspiration treasured never
discovered _ untouched by timeless
traveling _ amoebas see the crest overbearing _ no sea-faring individuals are present in my crowd
staring _ standing _ fathoming the distance between the existing
rationalizations _ against the
average pistons fascinations _ it’s
handheld _ however as hard as the waves break _ it would take eight hands to
craft the puzzle of the puddle’s sake
took
a dip last week through the liquid that gathered _ near the tip of that
peak that exists in my matter _ I taught myself to survive without my feet on
the ground _ I never felt so alive as when I drowned _ a
pebble moistened _ vines dripped _ drip _ blessed drip _ were saved _ a
puddle _ we’re all having fun _ laying in the moss _
layed down the tower _ before we all trip _ one finger _ two finger _ three
finger _ pregnant _ row row
row your reel _ gently down the stream _ merrily _ merrily _ merrily _ merrily _ life is but a sinking feeling
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