7) Note On Poetry

The poet of the last station has given up on imagination,
the vain lamentation of progress.
The poet can go for the humidity of gentle weeping,
but the explosive desire of gymnastics will kindle their souls with abundance.
The enthusiasm the poet will see to his grave will burn of the desire for today.

Power awaits, if only you’ll follow the signs,
and pick up on how to recognise the crystal cup between the legs.

Your persistence will distil joy, nourish the waves and quicken the creation of new life.
Follow the colours through emotion and a new form will greet you.

I have reached the precipice and am on the frontier of the appropriate but this analogy will serve me little use if a star expands in space and absorbs this world as its choice.

Art is no longer an everlasting sphere and will consume our hearts and pockets before it moves on to its next target.

The soul will centralise possibilities under the heading of popularity and burn our expanding wings.

With pretension's negation I present an absolute romantic mundane decision as the ultimate route of poetic innovation.

The formal act of poetry lives on despite the attempts to destroy the vestiges Dada left behind.
They bred!
And now, like every other art it inhabits the hemisphere’s via the transatlantic liners of global business.

Thank goodness rhythm has been destroyed, the dried up heart can once again swell with the freedom of demanding sentiment.

Reality is demanding and cruel.
Prepares our bodies to be consumed.
The power of imagination transformed for the use of other organisms.

And the dossier of human imbecility will guide our future pretensions.

The crescendo of the poem will hollow out at the crater of visual image. A clear imaginative perception will inevitably be traceable through the capability of emotions.

Isn’t it convenient to deal with the impotent, avoid the fear and run straight to the sterile glimmer.
The logic of light no longer applies to our creative powers.
We must destroy the crystal and deal with flamboyant gestures.

Liberty is the ability to give recipes,
even if you’re not a vegetarian.

Create obscurity and stop where the white light fogs the microscope and ferments the dancers dense state.