Yes, this poem is transcendent to me. If you want novelty, try i went fishing with my family when i was five and the performance of it.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter—bitter,” he answered;

“But I like it
“Because it is bitter,
“And because it is my heart.”

— Stephen Crane, 1895

I can’t explain it, but I want to make a little LEGO scene of this poetry reading. It’s like fashion and sexuality make us into archetypes.

The poetry written by a 24-year-old Chinese tech laborer during the few years before his suicide. I find these compelling and it is interesting to think of this poetry disseminated by the devices assembled by these workers. (See also: this doc of poems translated to English and Spanish.)

Chunky shrapnel. I am vomit vomiting.

This whole blog is very interesting to me. It is mostly links and essays. But some things are not comprehensible—in a good way.

with an Apple Macintosh
you can’t run Radio Shack programs
in its disc drive.
nor can a Commodore 64
drive read a file
you have created on an
IBM Personal Computer.
both Kaypro and Osborne computers use
the CP/M operating system
but can’t read each other’s
handwriting
for they format (write
on) discs in different
ways.
the Tandy 2000 runs MS-DOS but
can’t use most programs produced for
the IBM Personal Computer
unless certain
bits and bytes are
altered
but the wind still blows over
Savannah
and in the Spring
the turkey buzzard struts and
flounces before his
hens.

— Charles Bukowski

See, I enjoy a simple, encouraging poem, too. (See also: The Old Astronomer to His Pupil by Sarah Williams. The Quiet World by Jeffrey McDaniel.)

Sick burn. Rage-filled, sarcasm-laden slam poetry is an empire. I offer this as a stand-in for now. (See also: “horror movie pitch” or “Revenge” for some sample red hot rage.)

I would also love to hear Kanye’s poem about McDonald’s read in “slam” style.