Why I Stopped Being A Poet

Village Voice article



Would anyone care to translate this into Non-Pretentious?



Here's a sample:



"In a post that asked "Is this paradise?" Gordon presented unmanipulated spam containing the musical observation that "Any sky can of, but it takes/a real foulmouth to nearest antimony over." Five points if you hear e.e. cummings's "anyone lived in a pretty how town," 50 if you hear the torqued splendor of Clark Coolidge's "Solution Passage."



Now, I'm a fan of spam poetry. Some things I am NOT a fan of, unfortunately, are academia, reductionism, and self-importance--all of which this article gushes in bucket-loads.



And then it stops even making sense, at least in any language I've ever encountered:



"Flarf began in 2000 or 2001 when Sullivan entered a deliberately offensive poem in a scam poetry contest. ("I got fire inside/my "huppa"-chimp(TM)" is, possibly, the only quotable passage.) From id-stoked overhearings more than a little derivative of Bruce Andrews's "I Don't Have Any Paper So Shut Up" ("If pods could talk—so, how/about a sperm-a-thon?"), the movement made the switch from finding to seeking when Gardner (Sugar Pill) went to Google to see what the deliberately misspelled "Rogain bunny" search would yield. Gardner explains: "If you have a Googled/cut up poem that still has most of its social filters set too high, it may be interesting poetry but it's probably not flarfy." "



To which Gladys replies: "...the FUCK???"



Anyway. It's almost time to go home, so I'm gonna leave that crap-a-roni to you, readers, and go read Savage Love.