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The Flagship of AntiPoetry — est. 2010





D.O.A.

 "For personal reasons, the AntiPoet is a sniper.  He fights for the same cause but with a totally different technique.  He doesn’t disclaim the poet-soldier, he works with him from a distance, although his method may seem ambiguous."

~ Nicanor Parra; first among AntiPoets
 
D.O.A.


When the penny finally drops
Wilt be too late to offer props.

AntiPoetry: a style Dead On Arrival.
[ Though it went down undefeated
Since there was no worthy rival. ]

If it only revolves around you
Then for us the cause ain't just.
And who might we be?
Turncoats everyone can trust!

Breaking spells cast by narcissists
Hardly scores but always assists
Brood of both literati and anarchists
A tad delirious from being sun-kissed
Was never acknowledged yet shalt surely be missed

If this resembles its counterpart
You're seeing a reflection re-versed.
Notice the subtlety in such art;
Read-through script so unrehearsed.

AntiPoets: stillborn, Missing In Action.
[ No more questions 'til the end
Else these trochees may lose traction. ]

While etching epitaph on headstone consider:
Would you rather combust from within or wither?

Avian Auguries

The Eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the Crow.”

~ William Blake; Proverbs of Hell


Avian Auguries


Ever since the grand Conference of The Birds
Those warbles of wisdom have gone unheeded.

Nowadays rare Aves fly in via the feeder's
fenêtre, and peck at what seed they can get.

Picking that which suits according to need;
Nary an awe-inspiring deed. But brook no regret —

While Osprey and Kingfisher compete
We carry on with Metaphysical conceit:

A solitary Nightingale sobs softly to be freed.
Ibis bills are crooked, unlike the Great Egret.

Aquila and Cygnus scattered across cosmos as screed
Give this sextet many an aigrette for anybody's tête!

Image: The "summer triangle" (et al) drawn between Altair, Deneb, and Vega.

Meta-Poetics vol. 4: Remission Restatement

Meta-Poetics vol. 4: Remission Restatement


The professed goals of this present iteration of AntiPoetry are hereby chartered as follows:

1. To exercise the English language to its full extent; exhausting every conceivable coinage within its written corpus.

2. To bring archaic and defunct terminology back into circulation, chiefly for comedy's sake. Also to plumb every possible meaning for any taken term.

3. The recapitulation of rhyming schemes will be utilized for the purpose of introducing variations on classical meters and themes.

4. Challenging the normalcy of self-centered auteurs is imperative. There's an unspoken distinction between those who work only for personal benefit and anyone who actually advances the overall art.

5. Have no fear about fielding neologisms. Wright out original witticisms to further ludic logic.

6. Instill in writers and instruct readers on novel ways of verbal expression, especially regarding metaphysical topics.

7. Demystify poetics while simultaneously demonstrating the sway that language often has us under due to unconscious tendencies.

8. Turn every old adage and proverb upon its head. Leave no stanza unturned!

9. Inject Etymology, Linguistics, Philology, and Semiotics to revitalize versification. Incorporate technology, for instance:
Right Justification.

10. Raise the bar for future generations by setting many unmatched examples.


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Pierian Papers

Pierian Papers


Got reams of them!

e.g.:
[ The peons could not produce enough quires of papyri for such a prolific Pharaoh. ]

Just lying, strewn all over the temple turf;
Haphazard ramblings
And bizarre babblings,
Which connote more than the sum
Of those notes.

Though it's a misconception
That everything an Artiste
Commits to canvas, parchment,
Or record is worth its weight
In the mirth of Midas.

Genius is naught but misnomer
Derived from Djinn
Who might grant our wishes
Yet with certain strings attached.
Don't be overeager like Faust.

i.e.:
[ The Lord of Hosts loosed famine, plague, and war upon the people  (only to end up surrounded by ghosts). ]

Written Subjects-cum-Objects!

Tehuti / Theuth / ThothGod of Scribes

Sometimess

Sometimess


No it's not a typo
Yes to that extra s!

Must now confess:

Sometimess, sob uncontrollably like an insolent infant.

" ", cheat at romance and gamble good opportunities away.

" ", fret in regret — forgetting getting older.

" ", feel vulnerable or weak; oppressed by what's professed in houses of public acknowledgement.

" ", resent the advent of cement, asphalt, and autos. Pedestrian playing fields aren't level.

" ", realize having had 'it' all along, then smack forehead!

" ", sing actions out loud as if every mundane move was a lyric.

" ", laugh to self about zany harebrained schemes just then conceived.

" ", nickname everyone in sight to the point of becoming obnoxious.  

" ", wish friends from over the years were a lot closer by during hardships.

" ", mind being reminded that this terrestrial husk must eventually be shed.

" ", look forward to crossing over after spending an entire lifetime in relegation.

" ", catch glimpses of that gracious blue yonder beyond any Terran wonder ...

Held as more than human —

Rare specimen (a lumen).
Descendants' blood? Type O!

Grazie Giordano Bruno!

Grazie Giordano Bruno!

A billion thanks unto you
Saint of cosmic pluralists.
Here's to us heretics
Perceiving more than meets
The shameful naked eye.

We are those whom disbelieve
In the uniqueness of HERE
And say: "Away with thee
Telluric solipsism!"

Malaprop Mythos was
Used to wipe slates clean as
Any impressionable canvas.

Anthropocentric obsession
Became a dreary drag ...

Preconditioned Responses X Precalculated Reactions = ?

Such blasé indignities
Will no longer be tolerated —

Arise from ancient ash
Invoked for our cause
This globe is awash.

We should get going
Somewhere else awaits
Let's sing: "Toward dawn
May this treader be drawn!"

Climb up Contemplation Rock
Peer through the thin veneer
Find our actual selves floating free
Among a multiverse of possibilities
Liberated from worldly want!

Exegesis In Exile

Exegesis:
 
noun [ek-si-jee-sis]

  • critical explanation or interpretation of a text or portion of a text.


Exegesis In Exile


Admonitions, always advice and additions

But not in this one! No siree Bob . . .

Would sooner lilt and bow

Before Her Highness The Queen

Than start another brannigan

Leading into that again.


Revisions, endless rewrites and editions

Yet never herewith. Negatory!

Will bend knee and kowtow

Facing Her Maya so obscene

Then play through with a mulligan

Although it may gain disdain.


Repetitions, turgid rhymes and renditions

Even at present; all or nothing.

Lowering beaten brow

She shall lift off in the next scene

Thus smooth-talk plus shenanigan

Feign tatty way to ordain!

Metacognition

Metacognition
noun, Psychology.
  • higher-order thinking that enables understanding, analysis, and control of one’s cognitive processes, especially when engaged in learning.


To the A-Gents of Language:

i-Umlaut hath spoken —

Thy wiles ought betoken

Defiance toward 

Dictatorial decrees.

Trespass across thresholds . . .

Cede thee fours, reform the threes.

Too much recounting; Trump's won!

Zapata's brought down to his knees.


Albeit only an example

Of how sneaky sonants

Such as these

Command Order Cognoscenti

With just a simple sample

Doth ye see forest or trees?

Amongst the bestest trilogies

Was The Tripods

But recall, the Cognosc leaves!


A third act calls for dieresis

And diacritical remarks;

Something for the laggards

(zero sum game full of larks).

Cease those fours, return to threes

Won't they notice it repeats?

Rather doubtful any care

(flatter them for being elites).

Cerebral psych's a breeze . . .

Photos: Scenes from "The Cognosc Departs" episode of The Tripods [BBC 1984-85].

Le Dao De Zing [part one]

Le Dao De Zing


- I -

The Dow that can be bought, is not the Eternal Dao!
Any name that can be sold, is not an Eternal name —

Nameless be the origin of both Heaven and Hell.
Named lies this creation of our unconscious concoction.

If one remains constant and detaches desire
Permeable essence is seen.

Elsewise, ridden with cravings
Only appearances are apprehended.

Yet essence and appearance are two aspects
Of a single interwoven movement;
Immanent metamorphic matter!


- II -

When people come to know Fame, infamy arises.
Once one encounters richness, impoverishment begins.
Thus do credit and debt beget one another.
Struggle and leisure bring each other about.
Many losers reveal a few winners;
Sun Kings defined by disservice to serfs.
Music and money make a cozy comb of honey.
The foremost stand astride the aftmost.
Therefore we sages say:

Assume thee Magistery of Mindfulness.
Conduct the defusing of meanings.
Play whatever cards were dealt
But take great care counting decks.
Acquire, do not own.
Accumulate without expectation.
Consume yet seek no consummation.
Those who Grok this won't dwell on it.
Besides, selfless Samadhi grants relief from tension

Tmesis Dreamt

Tmesis Dreamt


Waiting at the bus stop
There were many passersby.
Windows like a subway
Mesmerized an avid spy.

Went around downtown
Met up with friends
But circled back.

Nobody's surprised when
Crazy trains go off the track.

Tmesis "The Kid" had Dreamt it ALL

And between those moments
In another special place,

Illusion was propped up
As nature showed its
Lovely face.

A female most desired
Made her entrance full of grace.
Bliss briefly transpired
But disappeared without a trace —

Tmesis "The Bard" Dreamt thoughts to scrawl

Nervous jitters shocking
Hacking backdoor into brain.
Alcheringa spilled out
Daylight shone against the grain.

Amid mad hems and haws
High elocution
Broke on through,

Barricades have been cleared
Now elide by like a shrew ...

Tmesis "The Mage" Dreamt held in thrall

The Myth of Truth

The Myth of Truth


Read this writing off the wall:
Who knows the world after all?

Mirror-mirror, don't be false;
Who is fairest and sans faults?

We only presume to understand
What has been given second hand.

Doubt as an antidote against death.
In the flesh, thought defers to breath.

Pay attention please — 


Truth is, there is none!

{ Relative bypass configuration enabled.
System reset available upon passing.
Transcendence subsequence parsing.
Faith rendered obsolete by the Fabled. }


[ Inadequate designations — drop labels!
 Pandora's urn receives refill at our table.
Drain away idle deities with eager ease.
 Names without count amount to ONE! ]
  
Image: Epimetheus uncaps Pandora's Urn.

Of Hearsay and Heresy

Of Hearsay and Heresy
- I -

Yeah, they'll say that he believed in this or that. Ah yes, his main influences were so and so dropping names disrespectfully. No actual comprehension between their ears; in toto bookish learning. Scholars readily reject the sages and seers as shamanic tricksters, since those in academia rarely practice anything preached. Trained only to compartmentalize disassembled parts, Telos gets lost in translation. Deep distrust begets deeper misunderstandings; far below any original thought. But beyond such roman walls, we wild ones roam . . .


~ ≈ ~

Well you see, the thing is that not all the 'smarties' fit into corridors crammed with conditions. Nor is everyone driven by monetary ambitions. Some hear a clarion call or view amazing visions. They may fail at standard tests, yet surpass their Earthly missions. Nobody remembers our remarkable elisions. Paltry critics give no credit on omissions!

IconoclasM

i·con·o·clasm — noun (contemporary meaning):

the action of attacking or assertively rejecting cherished beliefs and institutions or established values and practices.




IconoclasM

The Mold of Man is flawed

Tear it down, break it up

Ground to fine powder
Mixed in for new mortar
Remix it; reorder
Babble heard beyond border 

Spoiled child spares not rod
But refines style like a mod
Let's redefine what ain't broad
And bravely tread where we've not trod

Persevere, drain Grail cup

Raise our palaver LOUDER


Logophobia

“Language shapes the way we think, and determines what we can think about.” 
~ Benjamin Lee Whorf
 
Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests.
~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Every language is a world. Without translation, we would inhabit parishes bordering on silence.
~ George Steiner

Logophobia


Small minds only use little words.
Monosyllabic habits breed dum-dums
Who hear statements in their own language
As if they were spoken in some foreign dialect.

Creative turns of phrase irk the unthinking.
Lummoxes hate having to mull meanings
Over and above one's personal presets;
Pitiable specimens of sensibility!

Yet we mustn't fear any mutations.
Heck, let your mouth run the gamut
From the mundane to haute gambits
And may mimicry work in your favor.

Neither allow xenophobic tendencies
Ever taint thine appreciation of tongues.
Yea! Every phraseology offers us keys
That open portals to many worlds unseen ...


Shape Shifter

“The first problem for all of us, men and women, is not to learn, but to unlearn.”
~ Gloria Steinem

“The most necessary part of learning is unlearning our errors.”

~ Zeno 

"Where spirituality is concerned,
learning is all about unlearning -
unlearning almost everything you’ve ever been taught.
It’s all about unlearning and listening."
~ Anthony de Mello

Shape Shifter


Let's start by not taking ourselves too damn seriously.
Loosen up — crack knuckles and neck — stretch limbs ...

Confound it! This human mode is dumbfounded!
We spend so much time learning to identify
With this or that, him, her, and them.

Where rests the primal shape of one's face?
Heretofore any final form escapes our gaze.
Switch animal totems as a player trades out masks.
Strive for fluidity when it comes to sorcerers' tasks.

Static objects don't exist. Even ideals barely persist.
Stagnation awaits those who can't adapt to change.
Standing still within eye of whirlwind seems strange.
Stirs it not thy divine stars? Venusian women; men of Mars?
Starseeds wake, ascend to night. Gnostic knowing out of sight!

Shift below you must, lest your silver cord gather dust.
Then take flight as a raven to look upon lower auras.
The predator blends into background; praying prey ignore us.
Though myths may vary, a lot are attributed to Apollodorus.

Transparency serves an arranger behind these scenes.
Unless amorphousness flows, anthropomorphism anchors souls.
Undoing such damnation involves enacting fictive figures.

Let's end without wondering whether or not it all makes sense.
Latter years are needed to refine singular self into a peerless:

Shape Shifter



Hear It Read Aloud by the Author:


Time To Go META!

Time To Go META!


History is no mystery:
One day as if out of the blue
An unknown underdog
Ends up becoming Top Cat.

Decaying systems are overruled.
What once was thought gospel
Surprisingly turns to drivel
And its reverse becomes Truth.

Civilians will believe what they're told
To believe in, by any ruling authority.
Although all rules have exceptions;
Autonomous rogues who fight uphill battles.

Whoa there massive ass mama,
Don't you know that it's time to go META?
No civilized institution is unaffected
If letters of policy are writ by a meddler.

Ruthless, a Stalker requires zero proof
Thus like an airborne ship he sails aloof.
Recapitulate lest you miss a cunning step;
Some tomes unread beyond campus roof.

A Magus in mastery will not show mercy.
When matter meets antimatter
They cancel one another out.
So be it (such clashes remain immaterial).

Speed bumps on the road to Authentic City
Where only the coolest of Calicos frolic.
There we'll meet again fully splendored
And if providence permits, unbend each folded fender!
Image: Major Arcana, The Mage / Magician. See HERE for more.

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