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Valery Oisteanu Poet
Valery Oisteanu Poet
Re: Rent a poet for a revolution
Valery Oisteanu wrote: My Dear Mingus! Here are three poems for the Web site! love Val
Manifesto for the Abolition of Bureaucracy
by Valery Oisteanu
To be and not to be in failed American democracy
Watch the surf going up
While the Navy bombs beaches of Puerto Rico
Can we survive the environmental conspicuous consumption
Living next to the nuke dump, next to the oil drilling
Can you keep any individuality in the age of cloning?
Can you be yourself in a genetical brain manipulation society
Let¹s abolish medieval bureaucracy
Abandon the shabby machines of voting
The rigged system behind closed doors
De-vote electoral college
Delete the elite
Dissolve two party system
To be or not to be an American is the question
Dissent by any means necessary
Against cultural colonialism
Art as an instrument of exploitation should be abolished
All artists should go on strike
Against the prostitution of the art institutions
Against art as money laundering machine
Against the academies, the prizes, the competitions
And the army of dealers, auctioneers and agents
Power to the creative
Power to the poets who are resisting greed, hate and intolerance
Ride the volcano of revolution into the sea
Blessed are the shamans, the stray holy-men of jazz
The underground gurus who are proving
That the collective subconscious is not a given
It has to be created
So power to the creator.
REFLECTIONS ON THE ART OF POETRY
& THE KHARMATIC PATH OF A POET
by Valery Oisteanu
Take a poetry pill twice in a lifetime only
A time-release poetry pill
One for poetry appreciation and one for automatic creation
Remember as a child standing up on the kitchen table
A child stands up in his class
And for a moment a dead poet comes alive
Through his throat, through his lips
Then later a young man reads aloud
His own poetry in a club, in a pub
We recite our own poems ourselves
And for that moment we are alive and in a trance
Later when we are dead
We are recited by other literati
Seducers and collectors of quotations
But this is not my career
This is my life¹s vocation
Ironically against my own will
Limited by my own limitations
And imbued by time soaked, immersed in the invisible
Waters of time
Who am I? Am I? The eternal Jew
Pardonez-moi! Excusez-moi
For hanging myself unsuccessfully
I may add, in your bathroom
This is my suicide #17
And if I often hesitate
This is my surreal fate
And if I sometimes seem to stutter
And if sometimes I seem to stammer
It¹s language slang that hits me like a hammer
the sweating horses of my youth
Spoke Mayakofski¹s Russian
The singing prostitute of my manhood sang in Romanian
Multiple personality presenter
Announcer of Dracula bacchanalia
the voice of Faustian orgies
Who am I? Am I? If my voice is not heard
Thank God I am the inspiration for others
The inspiration for others to contradict me
Take me on if you dare
Love intelligent hecklers
Silence is a birth mother
So scream or listen because I have a good reason to write poetry
And I will shout it from my window
And on the streets
Next to the exposed brick like the executioner wall
The guns fire past me or above my head
So I can still scribble down my last discoveries
Of my alter-persona
Divine presence and vodka saved my soul
>From the ultimate dishevelment
I want to die but somewhere in the Jordan Desert
Till then I will wander through the sweet chaos
Of my unexpressed existence
Searching for the invisible self
Where do I fit in this language room?
Maybe in here
In this closet full of stolen grandfather clocks
Or maybe in this drawer full of lost and found watches
Who am I? Am I?
The Dawn of Poetry
by Valery Oisteanu
Poetry is dead & we the poets killed it
Poetry is dead like Nietzsche said
Mad ones opened Poetry¹s gates
And the poetry runs out like quicksilver
Replaced by self indulgent megalomania
Where are the insurrections? The radicals?
We are at an end with Romantics,
All the antics, all the isms, retro-futuro
Petrified feeling are emptied with the speed of light
Transparent emotions survive a nanosecond
A passion is long enough to provoke a² one liner"
A life drama worth of a "sound-bite"
Insta message-cell phone-spoken word
Short verse without internal energy
Digital memory in an embryonic e-mail speak
A quickie-slam for attention deficit poets
"3 min.& you are out" marathon reading
A pompous-funeral with incoherent poetry
Unpronounceable sentences in ³memento mori²
Click here: www.minimalist haiku.com
Poetry voided of poetical experience
For the Decorticated -"brain-dead" pop-oetry
Faux-post mortem dedication in 30-seconds
Prophets Of the Empire of Darkness
Poetry is dead! Long Live Poets!
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