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Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar


META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010





The Dead of Winter

"Behold, I tell you the sacred secret now: we shall not all sleep in death." from Philip K. Dick's A Scanner Darkly (Also 1st Corinthians 15:51).



The Dead of Winter

Welcome brothers, sisters, enter!
Behold the nightmare from now to hereafter
Our departed file down esplanades of spectral alabaster
Who among us can discern design amid such seeming disaster?

And yet all is not so cut and dry as that which meets the eye
No tears need one cry for close kin even when they die
Though life seems awry — it's not over when we lie

Light is rendered brighter still by a dark tomb
Summer gestates warmly within winter's womb

Glorious rebirth occurs soon, despite the gloom!

Guest Star by Guest Bard Colin James



Writer's Bio: Colin James has a chapbook of his poems out from Thunderclap Press. He works in Energy Conservation and is a great admirer of the Scottish landscape painter, John Mackenzie.
 
Kudos to Colin for picking up the AntiPoetic gauntlet of poésie sans poète!




GUEST STAR

                                 That scene where you wake up
                                 early at a friend's house,
                                 wander down stairs, start the coffee
                                 and make your way to your favorite chair,
                                 when you spot something creepy sitting there.
                                 A species with the head of a dog
                                 and the body of a deer,
                                 lounging provocatively in your chair.
                                 You file it in the category
                                 of sexual ambiguity,
                                 all the while drinking your coffee
                                 careful not to make eye contact
                                 or myths forbid, engage it in
                                 any sort of polite conversation.
                                 The rest of the house won't be up for hours,
                                 and you resist the urge to
                                 look back over your shoulder as
                                 you head down the stone path
                                 to retrieve the morning paper.
                                 With your luck it will be late.

Irrelephant by Guest Bard Kathleen Radigan



Writer's Bio: Kathleen Radigan is a high school student.  She loves talking to people, reading books, reading people and talking to books.  She also writes music and swings on swings regularly. You can follow her on tumblr at http://elephant-potholders.tumblr.com

Kudos to Kathleen for picking up the AntiPoetic gauntlet of poésie sans poète!



Irrelephant


The intelligence of elephants

irrelevant, but eloquent

their clumsy sort of elegance

is one of many elements.
 
And when that wisdom elevates

it’s difficult to celebrate

for once we see our cells relate
 
thoughts start to accelerate.
 
Well wisdom seems aristocratic

dusted down from someone’s attic

pulled apart and cleared of static

(fluctuations are erratic).
 
Oh how we trace the web life spins

parts swept away like bowling pins

still, consciousness, our human prints

will never match an elephant's.

Meta-Poetics Vol.1: AntiPoetic Rhetoric

Meta-Poetics Vol.1:  AntiPoetic Rhetoric




Author's Note: It has been a year since OE's Blasphemous Bazaar was established.  To commemorate this milestone, the editor will now present what he has learned so far by renouncing the title "Poet" and embracing that of AntiPoet instead.   




Antipoetic, Anti-Poets, Anti-Poetry—all these are misnomers because they allude to a new offshoot of Poetics going strong against the grain.

Those who don't believe in or understand Anti-Poets and Anti-Poetry don't realize how easy it is to reflect what Poets do like backwards letters in a mirror.

Poets cannot fulfill a dialectic of transcendence without first confronting their own shadow and synthesizing right-brain Poetry with left-brain Anti-Poetry.

Contrary to what many think, Anti-Poets have little antipathy toward Poetry. Instead, they work hard to hone that Art and raise it above Ego.

It often seems as if Poets have forgotten that Poems are not simply a platform for personal aggrandizement but a cultural dialect relevant to everybody.

Poets are mistaken if assuming that Poetry serves their selfish ends when they are in fact there to act as spokespeople for impassioned inspiration.

Too much of what passes for Poetry is really just self-indulgent tripe with little if any attention to detail. Who teaches Poets to write?

Anti-Poets question the sacred place that Poets occupy in literature by challenging and satirizing their counterparts.

New Poets need to read classic and modern Poetry to refine their techniques, whereas educated Poets need to become more aware of self-reference and repetition.

Adopting a Nom de Plume (Pen Name) is an Antipoetic maneuver because it makes Poets anonymous and less concerned about their public image.

Some Anti-Poets are in fact Poets gone rogue in a literary class struggle between writers and publishers; freelance mercenaries of the Word.

It is evident from their writing that most Poets have little interest in literary theory or linguistics, which is a shame for this art form.

Poems ABOUT Poetry are decidedly Antipoetic because they take a critical stand on the craft and who better for this job than former Poets?

From an Antipoetic perspective most regular Poets come across as conformists and/or narcissists. Anti-Poets are conscientious dissenters yet because of this, they are considered elitists.

Since Poets generally neglect to do so, it falls on their Anti-Poet counterparts to critique Poetry and engage in thoroughgoing exegeses of Poems.

Poets should not be afraid to wax philosophic as well as poetic. Poems can be a properly intellectual exercise
don't dumb down your message for anyone!

Philology and Etymology are underused tools in a Poet's repertoire these days. Poems can benefit greatly from Semiotics as well as Ludic Telos.

Living Poets tend to be full of themselves while the departed ones are usually recognized for their contributions to the whole of humanity.

Next time you read or write a Poem keep an eye out for first-person pronouns; you might notice how needlessly they are repeated.

Removing first-person pronouns from Poetry is a decidedly Antipoetic maneuver since Poems tend to be centered around the vanity of those who produce them.

Even without first-person references, Poems are inescapably personal but removing those words is a step towards broadening the poetic art form.
 
Picasso said that the Artist only ever portrays his/her self, this is equally true of Poets, but good Poems can also become a 'transpersonal' affair.

Poems centered on one's SELF don't always have universal relevance. Words may be aesthetically pleasing but even then they may lack merit.

Poetry is no mere toy or crude tool but a higher form of language that can enliven as well as enlighten. Poets ought to treat it responsibly.
 
Poets often seem  afraid or altogether incapable of being didactic with verse, as if knowledge was offensive and only flowery words mattered.

Poets should not be afraid to offend their audience. Sometimes (whether right or wrong) a little upset is necessary to cause upheaval.

Anti-Poetry is stricter is many ways than ordinary Poetry but in other ways it is also far more playful and irreverent toward romanticized norms.

Anti-Poets demystify Poetry so as to catalyze mutations in wordplay the way physicists take some of the  mystery out of matter to come up with new inventions and theories.

Anti-Poets are Linguistic Philosophers; willing to put Poetry under the microscope to dissect its cultural significance for all our benefit.

Anti-Poets love Poetry so much that they sacrifice their egos in humble service to the muses. It takes conviction and courage for Poets to take such an ideological leap.

Anti-Poets engage in an investigation concerning the nature of language in ways that may flummox readers as reality is subverted via versification.

Anti-Poets purposefully huff and puff on the caterpillar-pipe of bombast and enjoy smashing misconceptions like zealous iconoclasts.

Anti-Poetry launches beyond proper Poetry into semantic spaces where Poems can pull out the rug from under readers to send them into mental freefall.

Anti-Poets ambush the reader's mind in a manner that might be deemed dishonorable by normal  Poets; using words as weapons in psychic combat.

Anti-Poets must work twice as hard as regular Poets to earn half as much respect. Preachy Poetry is not very popular with anybody.

Whereas Poets are content to voice verse and be recognized, Anti-Poets verse the voice of discontent to urge for a confrontational reckoning.

Poets tinker with Language in their efforts to be published. Anti-Poets weaponize Poetry in order to spur metabolic change beyond commercialized publication.

It is too much to ask for the majority of Poets to understand Anti-Poets and Anti-Poetry since they barely understand their own Poetry or SELVES to begin with.

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