The Gypsy said Dance

last night, it was my profound pleasure to play monkey to a very talented friend. He asked me to read a part in a short play he had wrote for some poetry night at the university. It was a really weird sort of night, I mean there was cheap jack daniels, but at the same time alot of moody poetry. I dare say, of course speaking with the understanding that I know nothing of poetry, that the beatnics killed poetry. It may not have been the beatnics, it may have been some other group that my lack of historical understanding prevents me from identifying. what ever happened to poems about trees, or paintings of people, or even these things that are of these things but not about them. I half suspect in our generation shall be the "est" generation, or so we will claim. Richest, Smartest, Sexiest, we will also wish to be the saddest, oppress-est, deepest,, we will in the end up of course the weakest, the lamest. I sincerely hope that we as a generation succeed in merely being passable, I think that the sort of goal we should be shooting for.

Ok, so back from rambling. The Gypsy is one hell of a writer, nay of a thinker, in the most honest meaning of the idea. I truly hope that at some point he decides to get some of those ideas out there for all you internesters and better still that other side of you that may occasionally read a book. Until than you are stuck with me and my hate of Jackson Pollock and Robert Pinsky and all...

Ok thats a lie, I really love Robert Pinsky and Jackson Pollock, they are fabulous even if their works represent what my generation is peddling as its own sincerity...

and anymac even spread a little language like marmalade, hopefully he decides to share with you all..

peace,
MK