The next place I ended up was the Salty Dreams Poetry Forum “Poems to Share” based on Brautigan’s work noted in the previous entry..

Fair Trade

http://plagiarist.com/poetry/?wid=99


He gave his last $20 to the streetwalker
for a blow job

Went home and wrote a poem
about love

He is not much of a lover
but he works cheap

or is it
just a passion for art.

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This poem uses space to help communicate the message in the orginal, but that has been eliminated here. An example of what I to do with blank space is illustrated in the poem Carnivore Ritual posted on Grass & Gravel Times (the link is in the Poetry Links in the right column.


Fair Trade has gone on from there and has been a productive and rewarding exercise. Two more segments were added. Give the forum a try. The ezboard has all kinds of forums and a search engine to help you find your interest.

Question: What do you call a epigram that is just a web link? wepigram. It may work in a dislexicon.

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I ran across plagiarist.com today. Huh. It has a random tab which is an excellent idea. I ran across Richard Brautigan, I've Never Had It Done So Gently Before on the 3rd try at serendipitous delight. I submitted a comment:

“Is this what is meant when they say ‘catch and release’ and trout are better than sex?”

Who knows if this comment on artistic expression calling “trouser trout” a perversion of “rod and (un)reel” when blow jobs are for real men will be taken for what it was intended—Malarkey on street corner mistaken for slam poetry hyperbole.

Stay tuned.

Go ahead try it. It might be better than dreaming and casting your line to a worthy quarry.

And thanks to RB for stimulating a play on words: I a ‘I've Never Had It Done So Gently Before’ either.

I have been working on this poem of protest that I want to give a start so that it can stimulate additional thought about empire–it appears here because of its obvious anti-militarism and anti-exploitation of the many by the few.

Dakota: a Lewis and Clark Legacy

Two hundred years since the Captains
offered adventure and easy pussy
to a hapless lot.
Rape of an unknown savage culture a familiar chant
contrived by the rich for the unendowed
unendowed
unendowed
Opening a new frontier for the liars
and thieves in their cleric collars
promising another century of fear at God’s expense.

A familiar story of hope and meaning
resurrected just in time for
twenty first century warriors
jealous of the Greatest Generation’s slant-eyed pussy and
French maidens they mounted
for the first time but left unsatisfied
left unsatisfied
left unsatisfied
But this war is the one of promise, the last one
Revelations revealed for a life eternal.

Native sons, tired of American whores trapped
in church basements
unwilling to not give them what they demand
they demand
they demand
(wanton images resembling their mothers confuse their dreams)
Honorable paternal lust lasting far beyond
a senseless Mideast trip.

Home to millions of untouched poon-tang waiting
for the us The Liberators
Covered dark skinned women
inferior but easily dominated, whose
fathers are impotent and unable
to resist the smart bombs we don’t understand
don’t understand
don’t understand
Our deep religious faith keeps us innocent and our
God forgives our evil deeds.

We are the ignoble heroes of prevarication
repeating the misdeeds we learned
in junior high history class
repeated until the tired professor yielded
and called it good.
We never knew the difference
never knew
never knew
Ignorance the only solace to protect our children
until they can make their own patriotic choice.

Paper heroes returning to the welfare plains of home
just used and forgotten wards of the state
our labors nothing but a joke
chemicals cannot solve.
We praise our evil keepers who modify our genes
and buy our votes with grants of selfish praise
selfish praise
selfish praise
Hooray for our rights to stolen self sufficiency
paid in the blood of those we will never know
never know
never know
Another voyage of discovery without end
without end.


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I have continued to neglect this site and work in the garden and smell the flowers instead of worrying about the plight of humanity. Well, not quite. I have been writing and those thoughts continue to be a background I cannot shake loose. Thanks to the online journalists that search the news-of-the-world constantly to reveal the lies and misleading information that keeps a false oil economy roaring to oblivion.

I don’t know if the anti militarism stance that many clear thinking people held in September can say I told you so, but the situation as it exists today is remarkably similar to how we viewed it at that time. The Boston Globe article by James Carroll, “ Bad weather over America” that was reprinted on truthout.com really hit the nail on the head. It has even caused some of my Republican friends to take pause at the actions of the Bushites.

I have added a new blog for my online poetry etc. I added it to the links, Grass & Gravel Times. Give it a look and give me some feed back.

I also added a link to the internet radio links: Studio 360. It is a great show. One that I do not miss; right up there with Bill McGlaughlin on St. Paul Sunday. I have added that link also. I need to get a feature written about it. Both of these shows deserve a discussion group. One more thing for my todo list I guess. Maybe I need to recruit another leader ;+)

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