From: user3274@newsgrouper.org.invalid   
      
   "Alex"  posted:   
   >   
   > Transcending the Cosmic Windmills of Mediocrity   
   >   
   > "If fifty million people say a foolish thing, it is still a foolish   
   > thing."   
   > --Anatole France (1844-1924)   
   >   
   > I used to believe that this place was   
   > for writing poetry, but I was wrong--   
   > it's for making you feel good about yourself,   
   > maybe it's some California or Arizona thing,   
   > nothing's wrong with it, I suppose,   
   > but there is something missing--   
   > perhaps it's the genuineness of feeling   
   > that comes with being real,   
   > even if it means being negative   
   > and pessimistic about the world,   
   > saying "fuck this bullshit",   
   > getting shitfaced and letting yourself be,   
   > for there is too much higher consciousness   
   > these days and a certain condescension   
   > by those, who claim to have discovered   
   > the secret of inner ecstasy,   
   > the perfection of cosmic love,   
   > the tantric orgasm of lips   
   > exchanging the cosmic saliva,   
   > or flaming vulvae rubbing against   
   > each other, while assuming some Yoga pose,   
   > and I look at it all and I say:   
   > "What the hell is wrong with me?   
   > Is it my poverty of imagination   
   > that makes me skeptical of it all,   
   > my refusal to rise above my earthly   
   > concerns and face the greatness   
   > of spiritual transformation?"   
   >   
   > For I've been fighting my personal   
   > demons, unable to perceive this higher   
   > reality, the glory of the Creator   
   > that everyone here seems   
   > to be talking about.   
   >   
   > Whether it's in Jesus or tea leaves,   
   > Gaia or Tarot cards, crystals and herbs,   
   > the ancient symbols of Ouroboros,   
   > or in mellow New Age Music for dopey old men,   
   > getting in touch with their feminine side--   
   > the utter phoniness of the whole thing   
   > makes me want to live among rednecks   
   > and forget all this pseudo culture,   
   > that has been hijacked by the touchy-feely   
   > New Age crap, that turned writing poetry   
   > into some self-help clichés of personal   
   > growth and positive vibes,   
   > anesthetized from the rage and despair   
   > of the great poets of the past,   
   > replaced by New Age prescriptions   
   > for happiness through positive thinking   
   > or the unquestioning faith in Jesus.   
   >   
   > And in their personal transformation   
   > they have become numb to the rest   
   > of the world, seeing only what they   
   > want to see through their cosmic   
   > narrow-mindedness, assuming that they   
   > write the only poetry that matters.   
   >   
   >   
   >                                      January 27, 2006   
   >                                   --Alexander Shaumyan   
   >   
   >                                     http://www.shaumyan.com   
   >   
      
   Again, good find, MummyChunk.   
      
   --   
   Poetry and songs of Will Dockery:   
   https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)