I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the
starry dynamo in the machinery of night
I hate poetry.
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  1. i hate bad poetry. was that composed by a depressed twelve year old?

  2. I’m not a big fan of the poetry myself, but I do have a funny tale about the man who penned the above lines. Y’know, if yer interested.
    I’m glad your back. It’s a barren waste without the rantings of a kindred political skeptic like yourself.

  3. Now that, my friends, is a story worth reading! Hie thee hence, dear visitors, and enjoy!

  4. A funny tale indeed, readymade.
    So, Stav, do you hate *all* poetry? Even silly snippets of doggerel that actually rhyme? Or just blank verse?
    Guess that’s me screwed, then…

  5. I don’t really hate poetry. Most of the time. Sometimes I just get cranky…

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