When painters who paint about painting
meet writers who write about writing,
self-conscious redundancy
bordering lunacy
ends in esthetic in-fighting.
Such modernists, right about nothing
(mostly nihilists mad about something)
are so lost in the process
they vent all their excess
in metacognition: dull writing.
You poets who muse about musing—
unaware you are reader-abusing,
provide a terrific
verbose soporific . . .
yet not of the reader’s own choosing.
I long for some sheer virtuosity
but I’m stifled by all the pomposity.
This dull erudition,
“sub-metacognition”,
is naught but artistic atrocity.
You thinkers who think about thinking
drag my spirit far lower than sinking.
What we want is a Word
which we haven’t yet heard . . .
so ’till then I’ll just drink about drinking.
Let us not forget about bloggers who blog about blogging.
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YES brother – they are the WORST…
thanx for reading.
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Hahaha BRAVO!
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Have you also gotten lost in the mazes?
Good to have you visiting again.
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