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23:34
Contributed by
pipesmcgavin
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Thursday, 9th August 2007 @ 05:12:10 PM in AEST
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why do i accept these invitations?
pure macho masochism
i haven’t been to church in years
now midnight mass approaches
in this three bedroom flat near the university
i wear out my face
sliding out like venus on the half shell
trying to look relaxed on a broken papasan
despite the plastic bamboo and chintz
the bohemians tossed and bull*****ted around me
and then i went to see cordy and she told me
and i was like
stretched out along ottomans and afghans
on the persian rug
birkenstocks, barefeet and converse shoes
bounded by some second-hand retro bookshelf
that looks like it weighs a ton
though hip authors uninvited
to be sold-out is to have sold out
no mass market paperbacks
or bookclub novellas
packed edgey deep with pretentious tracts of revolution
or that fake deep fiction i hate
hippie conversation pieces
crunchy trinkets and a pipe set oh just so
for a thoughtful look of thrown together
only one month’s salary for one month’s rent
truly one must be rich to live like the poor
like the purebred canine
a fighting dog
a sheer bourgeoise token of status
except in this case
i'm sure
i hum arlo guthrie to myself
you can get any thing you want
in denim, tweed, flannel or hemp
the girl who loves girls gushes to the boy who loves boys
and the girl who loves boys prattles to the boy who loves girls and boys
and should i tell my girl about sleeping with that girl?
how did it come to this?
neglecting my toast to pan and demeter
or to pour one out for my dead dionysus
while i commiserate with the blue-blooded heathens
atheists
godless
hoping for decent grades
swearing to god it’s true
knock on wood, let’s hope
open-minded and unshackled by archaic morals
or the philosophy of parents
the decay of elders
no time for philosophes
in this salon banca rotta
god is dead, again
who has time for religion?
not these poor sinners
with the school and interships
and networking and choosing a career
path
and saving the world!
(the whole ***** world!)
it takes perseverance
it takes faith
cartiers and dunhills scattered by the library entrance
dead soldiers
burnt offerings to the spectre of success
and money
to the future!
in their temple of books
and law diploma mantle shrines
the pulpit is gauche
who has time to worship and pray?
it’s hard on the knees they say
such ancient useless
time-consuming
drivel
they barely stay afloat as it is
(studying criminal defence for drowning witches)
wrapped in the cloaks and cults
of they themselves
haunted by closeted demons
failure
the yuppie sin
for which our father does not forgive
god yahweh christ allah
too old fashioned for the modern
children of egome
preserving the sanctity of student rebellion
laughter breaks from the huddle on the carpet
twelve past midnight
that couple fetches their coats from the bedroom
once again
let’s hear what you think about
marriage
civil-unions
domestics partners
or the war in mesopotamia
again
let’s talk of rights
three cheers
have you seen the new shortbus movie?
is it about gender roles, sex and power?
you don’t say
i look at the ceiling fan as i swig
that last gulp of warm beer
and it tastes like kool-aid
neither roman nor achaen
these capitalismatic kids are the new victorians
activism
pacifism
perhaps
but they share a pantheon
with those whom they despise
hate
and malign
like that dick from wyoming
and idiot from texas
who pray to vulcan and bacchus
***** these people
these young people
my holy ghost was long sacrificed to mars
i hear not the sermon anymore
and shudder at the sight of these barbarians
(for who among them speaks greek?)
swill my wine from a plastic cup
and share communion with the punkish devout
i sit in a room full of pagans
all holier than thou
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Re: 23:34
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by Adreana on
Friday, 10th August 2007 @ 04:58:20 AM AEST
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| I like this piece a ton. How do you rebel without conforming to yet another group of beliefs? How does one succeed if success means being trapped in something bigger? It's hard to be open minded when folks tick you off. This one was wonderfully interesting to read. Thank you. ~Adreana |
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