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    dots Submission Name: das Sein in The 'to be'dots
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    Author: Outlaw
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 510/413/195
    Words: 361
    Class/Type: Poetry/Depressed
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       Same as usual, fock off. If you don't like the style or think I should change it.. stop reading it?


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    dotsdas Sein in The 'to be'dots
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    who cares...
    This is the irony of logical loquacity
    [that which they, them, the lay
    people call philosophy, logic
    the being of a being in which
    rationality dominates the greater
    care.]:

    Auschwitz of Jews
    from Jews of sweat
    [It would later be written
    on soap bars "Aus schwitz"
    the separation between Ss
    indicating the differentiation
    of species thereabout, hereabout].

    Do you care?
    They ask, misleadingly.
    Logically the answer is no
    but this 'no' itself is engulfed by care
    a care that means yes; a fundamental
    humanity, humanism, a method
    an approach to life whereby
    blue blood, red blood, de, aus,
    are prepositions that do
    not matter. But this method
    produces a no in response
    and this they know.
    [enter the audience's influence]

    digest, divulge, digress
    the prospects of writer are meager
    ever more so in the way that
    consumers consume consumption
    [they are the audience]
    and so to be, a writer, to be
    is to become consumption
    [or as would be correct, consumed]

    Aristotle once critiqued la monnaie
    as would many Greeks of the day:
    as a means, it stood a tool to intellect
    as an end, it stood to devour both
    courage and intelligence such that desire
    no longer had to aspire
    for it dominated all there was and is of you
    of me (of the unity in the city).
    La cité, elle, est comparable a un
    organisme qui lui ne provoquerait
    pas le sophiste.

    C'est ŕ dire - that is to say,
    your body (that of it which is endocrine
    or, what do they say nowadays, emotions?)
    would never provoke unneeded desire
    love is not a desire, nor a condition
    the writer loves to write
    and this is not desire
    this is not an affliction
    the desire, malediction, it is the fiction
    read by an audience ignoring
    that which makes this artistry beautiful
    we.. we are real (no, no we aren't)
    and no matter the thought, form of expression
    when we answer the quest in time (question?)
    it is with a full bucket of emotions
    flowing from our heart (to never ebb back).




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      Moar!

    I do not want a dictionary, or want for one. This is just good. An artistic statement. And structured carefully to move from A to B to C. Each stanza sets up the next. It does not crackle with odd juxtapositions or unusual words.

    I enjoy.
    | Posted on 2010-03-14 00:00:00 | by VegetativeBody | [ Reply to This ]
      i wouldn't buy this in a store, i wouldn't.

    it's a discovery channel show i am forcing myself to watch when there is nothing on tv, nothing i've tvo'd,
    nothing, on hbo on demand etc, and i really just have the overwhelming desire to not give in and just do something else, i really want to blob and watch tv.


    still with me?

    i think this plays to your strengths without being so you that others cannot follow it without a dictionary.

    it's the ideas here that are sharp, (and actually i very much like the discovery channel) so that this is like watching something about how we will eventually get to mars, a bullet heating plastic as it punches through the material, the material being heated and self healing, a solar sail made of this stuff that is the size of one of your bleak neighbour's states.


    or something about stephen hawking.

    i think it is a very good poem, and that you are working your way toward more and more of these.
    actually i wanted to say that the intensity with which you fasten on these ideas can be rather stunning. but i couldn't bring myself to say that, and so i didn't.
    | Posted on 2010-02-17 00:00:00 | by theAlysonDiarys | [ Reply to This ]
      I love this write.
    Amazing thoughts.
    | Posted on 2010-02-16 00:00:00 | by xxiknownowxx | [ Reply to This ]
      Glad you're finally telling people to deal with you how you are.
    | Posted on 2010-02-15 00:00:00 | by etheror | [ Reply to This ]


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