... and it's summer: I'm bag poetry event!
Please (please ) , despite the cultural desert (full of plays made for those who see television soap opera with the aggravation of these pieces are fried by actors who do not know if the novels are the characters or real people, flesh, bone and a minimum of shame), not invite me over to go to these meetings of poetry as if they were offering me a trip to Las Vegas! Walking
this medium since 2000, I made new friends that if it were possible, would return in time, leave one by one and where I found, though it seems stupid, I know I would never miss them.
From boring, when we are free, we do not need to celebrate, but who feels a great relief ... ah! this one feels right!
not know where I was thinking when I made this mess, but not I needed to have mingled with this crowd that, frankly, when I bring disappointment (all, without exception, derived from ethical deficiencies), went beyond the imaginable. A few
(fit in a hand of fingers equal to Lula's) until they were worth, but these fell outside these soirees postmodern hyper-alienating long ago ... or are, bit by bit, fading and looking for other beaches, because the nuisance became tremendous.
this Noah's Ark, should just drown that sticks to this gang that rapes and intimacies that you think respect is something that has only the self and self-interest ... what a waste!
Not to mention the rampant geekiness, true pandemic arising from aesthetic ultraliberalism Hipster , sympathetic ideology as propagated among those who go to certain churches receive pardons and cultural event for inclusion where they are distributed survival kits for mediocre art in general.
is intolerable to see and live with news so weird and fake as those who are saved from the critical events of poetry: all free, of course!
Due to an exceptional release of reports on the intranet and columns as reliable as the column GOOD PEOPLE (Celebrities or Boba), signed by physically ugliest man in the world, it is noted, For example, the existence of a certain unfortunate trio, formed by an old paquita (employee of the office of a vice), a brunette who seems out of puberty yesterday still menstruating and did not understand why a nice zen-rock that has been adhered to and mockery, yielding discuss your ; level last name to use and abuse of clever well-intentioned ... This gang is the image of the square attitude, lack of desconfiômetro from anything that is more oriented charlatanism. The portrait anticipated decline that come with such environments (infested with haters, opportunistic, and other ridiculous less sensitive) in there should be poetry if not critical stance to impose their dialectical tool and continue ignoring and accepting the current overwhelming cult of image and the image that spreads around.
What is what, folks?
Do not they have friends who are sincere to them and tell them that what they are doing is depressing ... That is a sad and laughing hyena laughing in the face of that allow you to display ... with this camabada on the scene, it hurts to realize that stupidity is trying to disguise ... someone needs to tell them that, while it's true that in the copy pop Muindi make more successful than the original, not worth anything if you copy the copy as it is being, low ; ike level.
... That's the end!
Being both cruel and absolutely honest, know very well who walks in the shadows, behind screens, monitoring these decadent nonsense. The capricious masters geekiness like this are that act the same (always in the rearguard, manipulating the narcissism of egoists without atitute) for 30 years.
30 years doing the same job bizarre. redundancy upon redundancy ... more and more of the same ... a diarrhea that has no end or diapers to conceal the smell of shit (Akli, who has a theater, and theater at the base of private-joke, shit is a hit.)
not know how to do: they are poems from 30 years ago - the same.
will they think those poems, recited as one who farts after eating sauerkraut are good? (hehehe)
What is certain is that around them, from time to time change the people, ie the clans that give them the leash and, in many cases, even pay for it !
It's sad, but square attitude took account environment dedicated to spoken poetry (international trend of broad-spectrum). Until recently, go to the events was still funny and exciting. For many people, a refreshing novelty. There, the artists (artists?) Began to feel amazing (did not understand that free does not exist against the proposal) and the thing went awry, turning a clash of egos ... in fact, a desperate attempt to contain the individual unbearable pressure of the super-ego, the real virus program ...
Slogan Neo-Nazi is going on between the Europeans invaded by immigrants says: 'm not ME, I am MINE! (I am not I, I AM MY!). In poetry events frequented by these sensitive, such barbarity turned epiphanic: I JUST ME MORE IF I AM ME!
Given this extraordinary stupidity, I lost the will to keep playing, writing and reciting poetry out there ... events taking hallucinogens and the perverse Mice di Verses (even if they do not escape this trio tacky and are besieged by troops of estrupícios who gets into everything that is opportunity, where basically everything that comes on stage is free and often free , believing it to be, even in absentia, an act of citizenship - whoever he is, is the event that is, one should allow everyone to have open mic for all ... ... it is forbidden to restrain ... is required let people like that occupy the stage to talk rubbish - sometimes true poets recite the names of the What's worse ... is where is, with a democratic poetry event, there are monsters on stage and talking shit about morons, doing therapy in platpeia ...
... just between us: crazy, until we put up with, but annoying crazy goes a little beyond the quota of tolerance ... and there is no bag to hold pride, bullshit, dissimulaçã , the, square attitude ...
