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October 24, 2006

a tipsy coloured poem

Filed under: coloured poems — ABRAXAS @ 10:00 am

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  1. mick raubenheimer Says:

    Hi Aryan

    I hope/wish that you received/read my liddle Nietszche exposition.

    The first, and admittedly beautiful, munication I received from you was[not is!] that economy, in traditional sense, is what defines worth/consequentiality in sentence/work.

    Economy is (if I can be so crude: )
    Exactly wrong.

    Live we in a subtler world (even a subtle one..), economy would, yes, be virtuous:
    We don’t.

    The nature of our Dasein means that we are ‘trapped’ in [ /stuck with:]
    the dry palate, crust palette, of Western male.

    As such we exist in a galaxy of potent silences..

    Point is that you know this:
    Every stroke, drawn even by the most healthy and visceral soul, is cue
    for explosion of, not only interpretation but,
    Intent.

    The most subtle, unassuming stroke,
    Explodes [ invokes]

    A vast of possibility.

    So-called ‘economy’ doesn’t exist in communication –
    for ‘communication’ doesn’t exist.

    It is myth – that vulgar swooning idea of subtlieae..
    Your notion of economy in written media, is wrong.

    :To ‘write’ ‘economically’ is either [is, in writ, poly-ther:] to

    · be completely ignorant of possibility..
    · to deny un-worded silences
    · to write enticingly-as-meaningless..
    · to ‘capture’ wit at the expence of possibliae.

    Economy, and you know, is no quantitative shpiel..

    And so, Aryan, snipping your literary intent, is merely ‘cool’, nuthin’ less.. :

    Your so-called ‘poems’ are deliberate/unconscious laughters at poetry –
    You’ve seen and absorbed the hid pattern:

    Your ‘poetry’ [note I cast all ‘poetry’ in the same dubiouse..] is really nothing more than intelligent, self-cock-aware, ‘economy’:

    Self-advertising for the [ ]

    True economy is sincerity..
    The quasi-consciousness of that blade of grass
    The POW-regret Einstein felt
    The lush language of Friedrich’s weeping round th horse’s neck
    The nature of possible..

    Anyway.
    Aryan.

    Thank youz

    And thank ya’ll..

    That
    Mick

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