Smoke of Radical Aggression

01/14/2015

Struggling against the smoke of myself
Suddenly a late afternoon in spring
I mystically become my other self,
Or perhaps dialectically my alter ego
Lining my soul, lungs and stomach with rebellious smoke,
The smoke of radical soot
The history of a love-hate dynamic
Each time from another illusion of naiveté
But reality is a “public toilet” of subliminal games
I am skeptical that no one knows the true meaning of life
Between the expert compilations and plagiarists
Flanked by the misery of faux-academia and molecular art
Among the merchants of speculative thought
Surrounded by jesters and clowns of popular culture
Between organic life and chemical misery
Amid forgetful atavism and temporary amnesia
Doomed to self-promotion as a style of life
Restlessness of a soul in chains and handcuffs
Take it from this poet in Absurdistan, New York,
Who wants to exchange a poem for a vagina
As if there were some kind of logic to it
In our decorticated world of possessions
I will write my last poem against myself
To bring doubt and skeptical cynicism….
Living in a post-consumerist culture
Post-dada, post-evolution, post-everything
It appears that “everything” does not make too much sense.

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by  Valery Oisteanu (U.S.A)

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