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The cashier who sold me salted peanuts says "dead animal can swim." She looks at her hands. But dead animal can't swim. It's buried in beauty and beauty floats through the air. Maybe you can bury beauty in a balloon and tie it to a mailbox. "I don't know" says the cashier while she smells the dead animal that is dead inside of her. "There is no time for these questions when there is living fire that does not yet live here." So we set to burning the gas station. We run away. We run up a hill to where music is handing out free emotions with no memories. The cashier climbs in through music's translucent body and becomes its memory. Together we sing you are not lonely, you are not lonely, you are not lonely while stars fall down through beauty and salt the burnt earth.
"you can not bury
the beauty of the worth born
into your care"
-from January 31st by *FuzzyHoser
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normalMADcat Jul 22, 2013  Student Traditional Artist
 No wonder I struggle in my english subject, I can't explain the words but I can feel it. Thank you for this. ~
You are very kind, and I'm so glad you felt something with this piece. You have my gratitude.
SkyCanvas86 Jul 21, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist

I think it's talking about food (dead animal) swimming in your stomach (body) and you go for a run to burn the calories.

I just don't know what the mailbox was about.:shrug:

Neither do I, I'm afraid! But thank you for reading. I am intrigued by your interpretation.
SkyCanvas86 Jul 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
and the buried beauty that floats through the air is the smell of the food
lollirotcat Jul 21, 2013  Student Writer
Congrats on the DD. This piece is very interesting!
lollirotcat Aug 1, 2013  Student Writer
You're welcome! :)

There seems to be a lot of discussion about what this work is or isn't. And, it is great to have this discussion. To start, it's categorized properly. If you aren't sure what transgressive poetry is, this is an example.


It's important to remember that there are many artists we tout as genius' today that were thought to be making a muddled mess in their time. Artists see the world in a new way first and express it. Then, science follows. Then, the rest of the world (kicking and screaming, but eventually). When confronted with a work that irks you or confounds you ~ look deeper. You will either find why it bothers you and this will only help your own work. Or, you will find why it confounds you and it will help you in living your life more fully.


It's not the work that is the issue. It is the observer. And, every work of art needs you to pull your weight when viewing or reading it. It's not a one-sided discussion. Questions are posed. It is your job as the viewer/reader to hear them and then to ponder them.


You can still hate the work. But, for fucks sake, try to find something beyond the nearest rock to throw at what doesn't please your senses straightaway.


Art should be disturbing and difficult whenever possible. And, this work is definitely pushing a lot of buttons for some reason. I hope those who feel their buttons being pushed dive a bit deeper and figure out why. Because that will be truly interesting to see expressed.

I must admit I don't read a lot of experimental writing but I absolutely love the line "music is handing out free emotions with no memories"!
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