I wanted to tell you I smiled today.
This idea made my lips go:
left corner up,
right corner up,
Teeth; soul luke warm in eye water—
The idea:
PREDREAM.
Is a reality.
Is a reality of a moment behind
the face of the clock.
Is reality encased in matter.
Is reality measured with
reality’s measuring tools
that do not exist.
PREDREAM:
Certain things do not exist!
Sharp reality.
Is beautifulality
without the romantic…
Really, it is.
romanticism:
Is an immunodeficiency
Is a creator of fear, of taboo,
Of unwarranted glory, reward,
Competition,
time.
Romanticism created/creates time.
The to do—
Kill romanticism to
take all of its blood.
Fill writing with ugly, human,
time-laden romantic blood
and
Produce the timeless, divine, and
Sublime—…a sharp reality,
The PREDREAM.
4 comments:
For D.F.W.
duncan fucking worthington?
David Foster Wallace dumbass. You leave a terrible comment.
this is whole poem is really great.
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