Manifesto

TEXT POST POETRY IS… 

IT IS LOW-EFFORT, MAXIMUM OUTCOME. IGNORANCE AND FRIVOLITY FOR THE SAKE OF PRODUCTION. THINKING YOU KNOW LESS THAN EVERYONE ELSE, THEN POOPING OUT GREAT WORKS OF LITERATURE. YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE. A REVOLT AGAINST FORMAL WRITING TECHNIQUES AND AT THE SAME TIME A TRIBUTE TO THE HISTORY OF LITERATURE. IT IS ABOUT FINDING HIGH THEORY AND ART IN LOW PLACES. IT IS SWEEPING THE HAIR AFTER THE HAIRCUT, DIGGING THROUGH, HAIRS STUCK TO YOUR HANDS AND KNEES, AND PICKING GREY STRANDS OUT OF THE PILES. THE SMELL OF GOING TO THE DENTIST. BEING STOPPED UP FOR SO LONG THAT YOU START DOING SOMETHING ELSE. WRITING A NOVEL AT THE RECEPTIONIST DESK. IT IS ABOUT HATING EVERYTHING YOU WRITE. IT IS ABOUT THE FEAR OF FAILURE. FEARING FAILURE BECAUSE YOU LOVE SO MUCH. IT IS ABOUT HAVING NO FUN, ACTUALLY TORTURING YOURSELF TO WRITE. IT IS ABOUT STUPID DOG-LIKE JOY. FINISHING A POEM AND FEELING LIKE YOU RAN FIVE MILES. IT IS ABOUT CATCHING THE THOUGHT AS IT COMES AND CEMENTING IT FOREVER. IT IS ABOUT KNOWING THAT THIS DIGITAL FOOTPRINT IS EPHEMERAL. A THEATER OF POSTING. THAT IT WILL ONE DAY MAYBE ALL EVAPORATE. IT IS ABOUT ASPIRATION AND LEVELS TO SHIT. IT IS ABOUT BEING TOO OLD AND TOO YOUNG. VIRALITY/ GHOST MODE CYCLES. IT IS ABOUT HOW THESE FLASHES OF INSPIRATION CAN BE FROZEN. IT IS ABOUT SECOND LANGUAGE. THE ARCHITECTURE OF TEXT. FOR SOOTHSAYERS AND ORACLES. FOR HALF KNOWING AND SAYING IT ANY WAY. IT IS HAIR BALL THOUGHTS. SELF CONTROL, UNCONTROL, DEDICATION, DISCIPLINE, AND NOT MAKING SENSE. WANTING TO MAKE SENSE AND HOPING ONE DAY YOU DO. SELTZER ON THE BRAIN, GROOMING ON THE SOUL. NOT KNOWING HOW TO DO ANYTHING THEN, LEARNING HOW. EXPLOITING NOT KNOWING. EXPLODING TRUTH.