February 22, 2012

Poetry Wednesday

via Dylan.
Avant-Garde
by John Frederick Nims

"A dead tradition! Hollow shell!
Outworn, outmoded -- time it fell.
Let's make it new. Rebel! Rebel!"
Said cancer-cell to cancer-cell.

And from E.E. Cummings:
now does our world descend
the path to nothingness
(cruel now cancels kind;
friends turn to enemies)
therefore lament,my dream
and don a doer's doom


create is now contrive;
imagine,merely know
(freedom:what makes a slave)
therefore,my life,lie down
and more by most endure
all that you never were


hide,poor dishonoured mind
who thought yourself so wise;
and much could understand
concerning no and yes:
if they've become the same
it's time you unbecame


where climbing was and bright
is darkness and to fall
(now wrong's the only right
since brave are cowards all)
therefore despair,my heart
and die into the dirt


but from this endless end
of briefer each our bliss--
where seeing eyes go blind
(where lips forget to kiss)
where everything's nothing
--arise,my soul;and sing

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