Author Poems
Gods And Man
by Cyprian Kamil Norwid
1
Today authors are like God :
They breathe and a masterpiece is born,
The heavy plough soars in winged flight,
Toil is mere game!
2
The sun casts laurel-shade,
The friendly breeze complies,
Offering twenty years of fame
......
The Greats
by Tyler Morello
All artists strive to be like the Greats.
No shame in vying to be someone's Van Gogh,
Going, going, gone, Homer
with his Odysseys and Iliads
and to all, a million ears lent.
Just as Romans did to Antony in Caesar.
Shakespeare's sonnets sold out theatres,
but I grasp at the same words as he.
I pin them to the walls.
I paint them on the mirror.
......
Fuck Literature
by Rumi Ullidov
Fuck Eliot, Fuck Joyce
Fuck freedom, fuck choice
Fuck everyone that's genius and chooses
sorrow over rejoice
Fuck Wilde and his wordplay
His genius, character display
His willingness to part-take
In doing pure art for art's sake
......
I Missed His Book, But I Read His Name
by John Updike
Though authors are a dreadful clan
To be avoided if you can,
I'd like to meet the Indian,
M. Anantanarayanan.
I picture him as short and tan.
We'd meet, perhaps, in Hindustan.
I'd say, with admirable elan ,
'Ah, Anantanarayanan -
......
The Greats
by Tyler Morello
All artists strive to be like the Greats.
No shame in vying to be someone's Van Gogh,
Going, going, gone, Homer
with his Odysseys and Iliads
and to all, a million ears lent.
Just as Romans did to Antony in Caesar.
Shakespeare's sonnets sold out theatres,
but I grasp at the same words as he.
I pin them to the walls.
I paint them on the mirror.
......
Fuck Literature
by Rumi Ullidov
Fuck Eliot, Fuck Joyce
Fuck freedom, fuck choice
Fuck everyone that's genius and chooses
sorrow over rejoice
Fuck Wilde and his wordplay
His genius, character display
His willingness to part-take
In doing pure art for art's sake
......
I Missed His Book, But I Read His Name
by John Updike
Though authors are a dreadful clan
To be avoided if you can,
I'd like to meet the Indian,
M. Anantanarayanan.
I picture him as short and tan.
We'd meet, perhaps, in Hindustan.
I'd say, with admirable elan ,
'Ah, Anantanarayanan -
......
Gods And Man
by Cyprian Kamil Norwid
1
Today authors are like God :
They breathe and a masterpiece is born,
The heavy plough soars in winged flight,
Toil is mere game!
2
The sun casts laurel-shade,
The friendly breeze complies,
Offering twenty years of fame
......
