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Date Posted: 09:52:51 10/19/02 Sat
Author Host/IP: NoHost/195.94.218.111
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I'm not typical Pole. I live on the net.
Escaping from graphomaniacs' terror, imitators' pride,
Synthetic stars, clerks' dialect, bombastic advertising,
I reckon on large profit. I read between the lines;
These blank, horizontal spaces say to me -
I'm all eyes.
"Who said: poetry is dead?"
"Today's chairmen who used to scratch their youthful masterpieces in copy-books,
But they ran short of endurance" - I reply.
"Who said: poetry is bad?"
"Pen-club people who want to star in budgetary canteens and sanatoriums
As long as possible" - I suppose.
"Who said: poetry is sad?"
Don't ask me, blank verse. I'm not an expert in this field.
I'm not Central Pole, I,m not outer space,
I don't know who said... I live on the net.
Escaping from graphomaniacs' terror, imitators' pride,
Synthetic stars, clerks' dialect, bombastic advertising,
I reckon on large profit.
S c o f f i n g .
by Plo
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