It’s the polar opposites
That makes my imagination gasp
Not the idea that certain things can be opposites
But that they coexist at the same time
How can the wind sweep
Across the ice shelves of the Arctic
While its other hand
Wipes clean the slate of the Sahara?
In the midst of winter
When I think of last summer
When we fell into the 2 am tempest
Of Times Square lights;
A world of dew soaked skyscrapers
A polar opposite of the night before:
When we had spread our tarp
In the long grass not far from
The darkened fireworks stand
As the cicadas sung their slow explosions
And I’m still kept from sleep at night
When I think of the fact that
On the polar opposite of my bed
An old woman in China is waking to dawn
Greeting her young grandson
And preparing to cook the morning soup,
Her mind busy with chores and the future
While here in my bed I face the night
With thoughts of the past and polar opposites
Changing the way we look at poetry since 2007
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Stray is a collective of people who want to revolutionize the state of poetry in the world today. The idea behind this is that the practice and celebration of poetry has become stale and limited only to people in academics (who pay lots of money to write about poetry) or published poets (who get paid lots of money to write poetry). This is not true. There is no such thing as a professional poet. Our poems cannot be bought and sold. There is no form of capital or elitism that can be applied to human expression. Stray seeks to revitalize this ancient art form and bring the power of composing back to the common people through a variety of methods. Most of these methods will not be nonviolent. Load your poetry guns and lob your poetry grenades. Stray is the new word revolution.
2 comments:
Who wrote this? Which polar bear are you?
This blog and the "poetry" on it is absolute shit. I hope the "people in academics" against which you're staging a revolution have the good sense to shoot you on the spot. Get some fucking taste.
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