Forecast for the Future

"Every individual without exception bears a potential writer within himself. The reason is that everyone has trouble accepting the fact that he will disappear unheard of and unnoticed in an indifferent universe, and everyone wants to make himself into a universe of words before it's too late. 

Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not that far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding."

- Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

Friday, January 18, 2008

Week 2, Day 5: Poetry. Ghazal. Ghazal?

It stands as an amusing testament to the fact that before embarking on this quest I knew so little about the Ghazal that I knew her only as "Ghazal, Is This Love Fucking Right?"

I've now learned and egregiously terrible word construction has ensued. I apologize in advance to any readers whose taste has been offended. Thanks to JK-K for cluing me in to a weird and infuriating poem form that opened my door wide open for piles of wordcrap. I'd love to read a ghazal by someone who knows how to write one, and i'd love to hear any hate or "feedback" (preferably in hate form). Without further adieu:

Kurt Vonnegut's Children
We live in the age of computer code
Where we make our own rules. Yes, So it goes.

You would have thought a name like Kilgore Trout
Would have been laughed out of town. So it goes.

It's strange, but I know a girl named Ghazal
She don't like poems, or her name. So it goes.

When I string words into "thoughts," I wonder
If I'll become a "writer." So it goes.

Just last week I remembered that ev'ry-
thing I write is Vonnegut. So it goes.

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