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e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s
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a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
BOB HOLMAN
You Can’t Be A Jerk & Write Great Poetry
you can't be a
jerk & write great poetry
no you can't be
an asshole & plumb the depths of the spirit
you can be clever,
you can be accurate as to form
but it's simply yr
jumbo ego on the line, that's right
yr vision will
ever be clouded uh huh
& yr ideas will always need sharpening
like a kid at the
pencil sharpener
whose point keeps
breaking over & over
as the kid grinds
away & the pencil
just keeps getting
shorter & shorter...
so wake up, you
turkey romantics
& stop treating everyone like shit
yeah, you can't be
a jerk & write great poems, lissen to me now
you can't treat
other people like shit & not pay for it in yr art, it's true
I mean, what do
you think, the world's at yr service,
existing solely in yr
brain,
waiting adoringly for
you to etch a line or two in some porcelain
while meanwhile yr
friends & lovers run away at yr hideous approach?
wise up, senor y
senora saps!
before I start
spilling the delicious venom
I relish the
thought of yr beatific (ha) eyes
searching the corners of
yr mess, searching
for a thought, any
thought, something
to fill the hole
of yr deserted imagination
Help! I'm being
held prisoner by everything I say!
Breath itself enough
to die from!
I was born an
only alphabet!
It was all a
pipe dream where you smoke the pipe itself & not the
tobacco, or, as some
smart Belgian once said, having smoked his
pipe, & painted
a picture of it from memory, this is not a pipe.
Only he wrote
it in French so no one would ever know.
there's something to
be said for it
but you don't know
what it is
there's something
that's the point of it
but yv got it all wrong
yr standing on
the verge of it
but yv forgot which direction yr going
you don't even
trip over yr own feet anymore
yr so busy
bouncing on yr head
the director
shouts, "Rolling!"
& you tumble right in front of the camera
understand, yr impulse
was right
it was just too
fast
you can't be a
jerk & write great poetry
STRONG CURTAIN
[Originally
published in NHS 2010, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs10/index.html.]