The writings of Oddpoet

I’m going to improve the Art form with some won­drous insights into the state of Poetry, Here goes, you bet­ter not read this if you’re sen­si­tive, bet­ter yet, read it. You prob­a­bly need it.



I’m in one of those moods. What the fuck. I sel­dom write about other Poets because most of them suck and what would be the point? I’m not going talk about com­mand of the lan­guage espe­cially with my pen­chant for say­ing fuck at least ten times a write. Well I lied I am. While I have been called obscene I can han­dle that because I am when I want to be. Please don’t make the mis­take of think­ing I use lan­guage for sim­ple shock value; while that does come in handy and I have employed it, for exam­ple “Dear Mom, go fuck your­self!” I am what you hear. Fuck is a good hon­est word. So fuck you. And if I wanted to shock you and you pissed me off I would say some­thing like, “I’ll dig up your dead Mother and skull fuck her” That’s shock­ing, see the dif­fer­ence?



But I can also be mel­liflu­ous when I want to be, see, the choice is mine. My point here is for those Poets who care about the craft try read­ing and not comic books, too many of you have lim­ited vocab­u­lar­ies and imag­i­na­tions and a Poet with a lim­ited vocab­u­lary and imag­i­na­tion is fucked, see? It fits.



Sub­ject mat­ter.
Lose the “I!” gave a cur­sory look (see I didn’t use I) at some of my writes and only about 30% use I, mean­ing moi. This is my per­sonal pref­er­ence, I try to look at uni­ver­sal themes like get­ting laid under an assumed name, cas­trat­ing by ex-wife’s lawyer or bor­ing things like Death, Jus­tice, immoral­ity, eter­nity etc. Shit you should be look­ing at but your too busy whin­ing. Do me a favor and check your­self out, If you are con­stantly using “I” you are bor­ing the shit out of your read­ers, Stop whin­ing will ya? Your read­ers will not tell you cause they don’t want to get a neg­a­tive review on their next whineathon. Yea, I don’t have to worry about that cause no one reads me so I can piss every­one off with impunity. Some­times it pays to be unloved.



I will return to this sub­ject mat­ter later because Bambi is on TV and his Mom just got ham­mered with a 30 odd six, and I’m get­ting a lit­tle misty eyed. I don’t wanna lose my edge here.



To be continued…

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