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take it from me kiddo
believe me
my country, 'tis of

you, land of the Cluett
Shirt Boston Garter and Spearmint
Girl With The Wrigley Eyes (of you
land of the Arrow Ide
and Earl &
Wilson
Collars) of you i
sing:land of Abraham Lincoln and Lydia E. Pinkham,
land above all of Just Add Hot Water And Serve--
from every B. V. D.

let freedom ring

amen. i do however protest, anent the un
-spontaneous and otherwise scented merde which
greets one (Everywhere Why) as divine poesy per
that and this radically defunct periodical. i would

suggest that certain ideas gestures
rhymes, like Gillette Razor Blades
having been used and reused
to the mystical moment of dullness emphatically are
Not To Be Resharpened. (Case in point

if we are to believe these gently O sweetly
melancholy trillers amid the thrillers
these crepuscular violinists among my and your
skyscrapers-- Helen & Cleopatra were Just Too Lovely,
The Snail's On The Thorn enter Morn and God's
In His andsoforth

do you get me?) according
to such supposedly indigenous
throstles Art is O World O Life
a formula: example, Turn Your Shirttails Into
Drawers and If It Isn't An Eastman It Isn't A
Kodak therefore my friends let
us now sing each and all fortissimo A-
mer
i

ca, I
love,
You. And there're a
hun-dred-mil-lion-oth-ers, like
all of you successfully if
delicately gelded (or spaded)
gentlemen (and ladies)-- pretty

littleliverpil-
heated-Nujolneeding-There's-A-Reason
americans (who tensetendoned and with
upward vacant eyes, painfully
perpetually crouched, quivering, upon the
sternly allotted sandpile
--how silently
emit a tiny violetflavoured nuisance: Odor?

ono.
comes out like a ribbon lies flat on the brush

2007-02-24 10:50:42 · 4 answers · asked by James J 1 in Arts & Humanities Philosophy

4 answers

First, I'd never define it as a "poem." It appears more a rambling, venting stream of consciousness. Whatever the validity or invalidity of the premise, it's not a poem. However, rather grim, I'd say. Of course, I have my own views, but I'd prefer not to focus on the worst of things.

2007-02-24 12:49:10 · answer #1 · answered by Valac Gypsy 6 · 0 1

it could mean a lot of things but here is my own personal interpretation.

the first verse speaks of the marketing and consumerism sold by the beautiful models on television such as pretty petite blonde girls selling wrigley spearment gum, underwear, etc.

we've lost our humanity- vilified religion, gotten fixed so as not to procreate, and made ourselves very dull and uninteresting as individuals.

we're all running scared and focused on a material life even though materilism isn't really worth much more than a pile of sand. if we smell a flower it annoys us instead of the old addage- take time to stop and smell the flowers.

2007-02-24 11:01:51 · answer #2 · answered by MrWiz 4 · 0 0

This poet is fed up with the crass commercialism that has become engrained in the American psyche (for example, in Morgan Spurlock's documentary "Supersize Me" more elementary school children could identify Ronald MacDonald than could recognize the current U.S. president or other prominent historical figures) and the fact that advertising jingles and slogans have replaced honest-to-goodness poetry.
The masses have creatively neutered themselves.

2007-02-24 11:30:46 · answer #3 · answered by pat z 7 · 0 0

I think it means "I don't like you very much"

2007-02-24 11:04:36 · answer #4 · answered by ladystardonna 2 · 1 0

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