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Expressionisms
I wished I had Dad’s picture; I’d sought it everywhere. So I made this practice piece, exhibit number one of my new invention, Industrial Art, as a tribute to my father and to the fondness he gave me for hazing at artpieces.
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That’s my Way 03
I won’t say his name; I feel I should protect his identity. He never asked me to, though. For some reason, I like to keep quiet when someone might be embarrassed or something, like I’m holding a secret — even when they don’t ask, I don’t tell. It’s just my way.
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Unentitled 03
Unentitled, Installment Three Went to other poet things whenever I could, but never quite mixed in; other poets enjoyed a much genteeler lifestyle than mine — rough, often ungroomed; different wavelengths, different tastes, same planet, different worlds. And through a great comedy of misunderstandings it got stuck in my head that most other poets wished, […]
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That’s my Way 02
But all that piece really says is: to enrich their whole profession, our lawyers deliberately overpopulate our Government, theretofore to forge and force upon us way too many all kinds o’ laws, with highly-extracomplexified legalese jargons and hyper-convolutionary legalistic procedures, systematically anti-pro-se-ing our legalary systems, systemically quashing all hope of effectual self-fending, compelling us without recourse to count on completely their crapshoot legalistocratic interventions. . . .
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That’s my Way 01
This story’s called, “That’s my Way”. There’s a whole great big other reason why it’s called “That’s my Way” like that, with the “my” not capitalized. . . . But, that’s another story. This story’s about a sweeping reform I once initiated in the whole state education system, top down. But the next time I went stirring things up over there . . .
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Unentitled 01
Long ago, upon a time, I thought I was a poet, and thought certain things, in the Realm of True Poetry, to be true: Poetry is an art form, so therefore bears responsibility to touch as many lives deeply as possible, and the . . .