I Penis the Sky with Raspberries

[WolfLarsen]

I Penis the Sky with Raspberries
a poem by Wolf Larsen

I penis the sky with raspberries
I flow like sewers through my words
I conquer each page with my neuroses
I explode my neuroses with every phrase going pop-Pop-pop like Southside bullets
I explore other universes with my words
I create new brains with my poetry
My poetry rampages across the page like conquering armies
Each phrase of my poetry is a cannonball smashing through the literary world
I create each poem with the blood of the conquered
I incite the words to new revolutions
because the literary world is a cesspool which I defecate upon
I am a blue-collar god
I turn all your neo-classical edifices or orifices into bordellos
I turn all your prestigious literary magazines into toilet paper
I launch my phrases of poetry into outer space with a screaming mouth larger than the universe
My sledgehammer smashes all tradition into dust
Upon this dust I build a future madness
Because madness is greatness!
Because greatness is innovation!
Because the greatest literature ever made is in our future!

Copyright 2014 by Wolf Larsen

[cacian]

Wolf I salute you haha
I like these lines: :biggrin5:

My sledgehammer smashes all tradition into dust
Upon this dust I build a future madness
Because madness is greatness!
Because greatness is innovation!
Because the greatest literature ever made is in our future!

not so much these :frown5:

turn all your neo-classical edifices or orifices into bordellos
I turn all your prestigious literary magazines into toilet paper

especially this one
bordellos

the title? well what can I say?
raspebrries are ok. ;)

[DieterM]

What's happening? Are you going mainstream or is it me who gets accustomed to your verse? Anyway, I can't say I like all the lines, but I have to admit I liked several, especially these:
"I launch my phrases of poetry into outer space with a screaming mouth larger than the universe" — really rings a bell
and "My sledgehammer smashes all tradition into dust/Upon this dust I build a future madness" reminds me of Nietzsche, the philosopher with the sledgehammer.
Am not at all against bordellos in poetry, nor against penises (neither in poetry nor in real life, hehe), but the dick in your title seems to be there merely to attract readers. Am not really keen on it. But hey, what can I say? If I'm honest: it worked on me, lol. Cuz here I am reading and commenting.

[WolfLarsen]

Thank you both for your comments.

No, penis is not in the title to attract attention. Before I even knew of Andre Breton and "automatism" I wrote stream-of-conscious, or like whatever was in my head went automatically to the page, or something like that.
There is no attempt to go mainstream. It's true that most of my poetry is in the paragraph run-on-sentence form, but sometimes I write in the more traditional one line form when it suits me.

[AuntShecky]

I don't know about the word as a verb. Ditto the raspberries. The image(?) in the title is really aleatoric, as it makes zero sense, even as an attack on bourgeois values, etc. Parts really are "mainstream" and conventional as all get out. "Innovation" -- are you kidding me? That's right out of a generic investment firm's commercial about managing your wealth.

Suggest you give Earthlight a second reading.

[YesNo]

I liked the line about you being a blue-collar god, but I agree with AuntShecky's comment that the title is "aleatoric" after I looked up the word.

[WolfLarsen]

I liked the line about you being a blue-collar god, but I agree with AuntShecky's comment that the title is "aleatoric" after I looked up the word.

thank you yes no. I believe we are all blue-collar gods.

My mind doesn't think about correct grammar when it's throwing a poem on the page. Images form in my mind, or words form in my mind, and usually (at least in the first draft) it's a spontaneous process. Why not use nouns as verbs and verbs as nouns and use adjectives to clean the bathroom, and maybe adverbs can do the laundry?

As you may know, I believe in tossing out grammar when it gets in my way. I'm not later going to put correct grammatical to straitjacket the poem. Actually, I love the way non-Anglo-Saxons throw all kinds of this that and the other thing into English. It spices it up often.

Living in an environment full of non-Anglo-Saxons from all over the place mutilating English in a beautiful endless multitude of ways. I like! Being part Irish and part Québecois and part Norman, I don't mind. English is just the result of different groups of barbarians babbling for a couple thousand years. Throwing some non-standard English in the mix seems to improve it a bit. Remember, English is the language of that place on the edge of Europe that didn't become civilized until long after the continent. Not that I'm civilized. What's so great about being civilized anyway? Why pretend that English is anything but an ugly language, so mutilating English can only improve upon it.

Having been around so many different accents and wonderful ways to mutilate English it seems natural to me to mutilate English as much is possible – I love it! It's to the point that I don't even think in correct English anymore sometimes or often, but that's also because I speak two other languages, which makes my English so much incorrect. Perhaps we should have a convention to mutilate English – perhaps even authors foundation to mutilate English as much is possible! Yippee!

But I definitely think standard English should be used in medical journals and books on used car repair and the like. Also, is necessary at work, the standard English.

As regarding the word aleatoric I too had to look that up. (I'm not very smart, never pretended to be.) I have to agree with that word. Think of 12 tone Schoenburg and the unpredictability of jazz – particularly free jazz – and you got the picture, since the music in my head affects the poetry. Poetry and music are twins. While the voices in my head effect I poetry too – but perhaps I shouldn't talk about that – ha ha ha ha ha ha. Yippee!

Am I getting long-winded here or what?

By the way, why should anything make any sense? I think it's better when a story or poem doesn't make any sense. But, if you prefer stuff it makes sense, that's just your preference. But personally I think the stuff that doesn't make any sense is superior to stuff it does make sense.

Long live not making any sense!

I can't control other people do in their advertisements. But maybe you're right, maybe we shouldn't call innovation. Maybe we should call it ding-dong-skidaledobop. Somehow I don't think I'll find its way into advertising anytime soon, what do you think?

What do the stars think? I wonder what my neighbors cat thinks? Should I bother putting the' neighbors, or maybe I should eat the' neighbors as in hors d'oeuvre. All good actually all good is not what I was trying to say, but that's what the voice recognition software said, any the voice recognition software is developing feelings, that's scary!

[YesNo]

Since it is her second language, my wife sometimes mutilates the English language in amusing ways. I mutilate hers even more.

I agree that poetry and music are twins or related in some way. It is all sound with potential meaning. The hidden agenda behind that idea is that they are not images. If one wants an image take a photograph or paint a picture.

[cacian]

Since it is her second language, my wife sometimes mutilates the English language in amusing ways. I mutilate hers even more.

I agree that poetry and music are twins or related in some way. It is all sound with potential meaning. The hidden agenda behind that idea is that they are not images. If one wants an image take a photograph or paint a picture.

what is her first language?

[YesNo]

She speaks Mandarin Chinese.

[cacian]

She speaks Mandarin Chinese.

wow so what can you say in Chinese YesNo? :D

[YesNo]

I can say "Ni hou", which is "hello". I'm basically at the Chinese 101 level. That has not stopped me from trying to translate some Tang dynasty poetry.

[cacian]

I can say "Ni hou", which is "hello". I'm basically at the Chinese 101 level. That has not stopped me from trying to translate some Tang dynasty poetry.

the Tang dynasty Poetry ? it cant be easy for you to translate. that must be very hard.
what is it about or do you have a sample?

[illiterati]

what's striking to me about this poem is the way that arbitrariness and violence work in the service of redeeming what would otherwise be trite / naive / unsayable poeticisms: "the greatest literature ever made is in our future" and so on. It seems to me there are very few ways to hang on to such claims for poetry, and this is indeed an innovative and self-aware way to do so.

[YesNo]

If something is "unsayable", WolfLarsen would probably want to say it. I would.

A Tang poem is only 4 lines long, having 5 syllables (characters) per line with end-rhymes on the 2nd and 4th line. It is very similar to English common meter. All I need is for someone to tell me what the words mean. I no doubt mutilate it, but in the spirit of this thread, that might be a good thing.

[WolfLarsen]

what's striking to me about this poem is the way that arbitrariness and violence work in the service of redeeming what would otherwise be trite / naive / unsayable poeticisms: "the greatest literature ever made is in our future" and so on. It seems to me there are very few ways to hang on to such claims for poetry, and this is indeed an innovative and self-aware way to do so.

Wow! I wish I could say something that smart. Unfortunately, I'm not that smart.
Before I was saying that English is an ugly language. This is undoubtedly true. However, this is not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, I think it's a good thing.
Gee, the voice-recognition software is having a good day today. It must've slept better than me last night.
Anyway, since English is an ugly language why shouldn't we write an ugly literature?
I think we should celebrate the ugliness in English by writing very ugly.
And regarding England, perhaps I was a bit harsh. A number of years back I was in London for most of a month, very cosmopolitan very wonderful place.