bogusagain
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I've always been interested in anti-art and have often wondered if there is a poetry equivalent. I've ofen tried writing what I consider anti-poetry, I find it far more interesting than just poetry. Well, it's amazing what you find if you google and there is a wiki page on anti-poetry, which is not exactly what I had in mind but knowing poets have thought about it, maybe there is a lot more ideas to find.
My own thoughts about anti-poetry have been the idea of destroying the aesthetic through unpoetic notions, disruptions in rhymes and rhythmes, awkward grammar to kill sentiment and induce an alienation we find in our urban landscapes. If poetry is to be relevant, surely it has to evoke the contemporary experience, not placate and anaethetize it with soothing somnambulant notions.
Anyway, I just wrote an anti-poem and I thought this thread could be used for experiments in anti-poetry if anyone is interested.
the wall
from the balcony where I now live
I can see the convent
where a group of pensioners are standing
chatting before prayer
but I am not interested in them
I'm interested in the wall against which they are standing
for that is where Ulrika who I met today
after so many intervening years
and who is now prim and proper
an upstanding member of the community
spent much of her sluttish teenage years
propped up by its support
as she accommodated yobbish youth
I am listing the boys in my head
who learnt so much about female anatomy
from Ulrika's need for popularity
a parody of Churchill springs to mind
"Never before in history of mankind
has one woman lost her virginity
so many times for the good of so many men"
our local Messalina was lust divine
but I simply knew her as Ulrika
and the wall was just something which I pissed against!
My own thoughts about anti-poetry have been the idea of destroying the aesthetic through unpoetic notions, disruptions in rhymes and rhythmes, awkward grammar to kill sentiment and induce an alienation we find in our urban landscapes. If poetry is to be relevant, surely it has to evoke the contemporary experience, not placate and anaethetize it with soothing somnambulant notions.
Anyway, I just wrote an anti-poem and I thought this thread could be used for experiments in anti-poetry if anyone is interested.
the wall
from the balcony where I now live
I can see the convent
where a group of pensioners are standing
chatting before prayer
but I am not interested in them
I'm interested in the wall against which they are standing
for that is where Ulrika who I met today
after so many intervening years
and who is now prim and proper
an upstanding member of the community
spent much of her sluttish teenage years
propped up by its support
as she accommodated yobbish youth
I am listing the boys in my head
who learnt so much about female anatomy
from Ulrika's need for popularity
a parody of Churchill springs to mind
"Never before in history of mankind
has one woman lost her virginity
so many times for the good of so many men"
our local Messalina was lust divine
but I simply knew her as Ulrika
and the wall was just something which I pissed against!
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