From Little Acorns.
The Poet
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I posted some poems and the following message on the forums of my favourite bands and solo artists:
"I believe it takes one person to start a revolution and millions for that revolution to flourish. If you have faith in me and wish to join me in artistic endeavours, feel free to provide your first name and e-mail address"
This morning, I'm pleased to announce that two hundred people have volunteered their first names and e-mail addresses thus far. The reason I've returned is due to not receiving any responses from this particular forum, as I'd like to clarify certain points which might've influenced such apathy:
* This is a non-commercial, non-violent, completely legal venture.
* I'm just a music fan like yourself and have no wish to "spam" anybody with porn or anything else.
* I'm not after your money, and participation would involve very little of your time and effort; a matter of minutes.
Ideally, I’d like to increase the tally of those interested and enthusiastic to two hundred and fifty prior to posting the first e-mail. If you didn't like my poetry, then fair enough. If you did appreciate my poetry, and feel a sense of opportunity in these words, then this is your chance to contribute towards something revolutionary.
Thanks,
The Poet
"I believe it takes one person to start a revolution and millions for that revolution to flourish. If you have faith in me and wish to join me in artistic endeavours, feel free to provide your first name and e-mail address"
This morning, I'm pleased to announce that two hundred people have volunteered their first names and e-mail addresses thus far. The reason I've returned is due to not receiving any responses from this particular forum, as I'd like to clarify certain points which might've influenced such apathy:
* This is a non-commercial, non-violent, completely legal venture.
* I'm just a music fan like yourself and have no wish to "spam" anybody with porn or anything else.
* I'm not after your money, and participation would involve very little of your time and effort; a matter of minutes.
Ideally, I’d like to increase the tally of those interested and enthusiastic to two hundred and fifty prior to posting the first e-mail. If you didn't like my poetry, then fair enough. If you did appreciate my poetry, and feel a sense of opportunity in these words, then this is your chance to contribute towards something revolutionary.
Thanks,
The Poet
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Thankyou, Catherine. I don't mean faith as in religious faith, as some have assumed. I mean faith as in having faith in someone to achieve something. Anyhow, I'll gladly keep you informed
Van Helsing was in Dracula!
Anyway, back to the issue at hand. So, The Poet, sell this proposition to me, though this is non-commercial of course. You want people to give you their email addresses. Then what? You send them your poetry, and you change the world?
Sounds like a harmless enough hobby. Good luck.
I'll send six poems in the initial e-mail, as the majority of people volunteering their e-mail addresses have expressed an appreciation for my poetry. However, the revolution of which I speak isn't specifically poetic. It encompasses all artistry. I see a lot of artistic injustice, and intend to address such issues on an international scale. Of course, I can't do this alone. That's about all I can say at this point, I'm afraid
That strike people's kneeses,
Scorflufus! is one by name
It comes from the East
Packed in bladders of yeast
So the Chinese (heehehheeheheh) must take half the blame.
There's a case in the files
Of Sir Barrington-Pyles
While hunting a fox one day
Shot up in the air
And remained hanging there!
While the hairs on his socks turned grey!
Aye! Scorflufus had struck!
At man, beast and duck.
And the knees of the wrold went Bong!
Some knees went Ping!
Other knees turned to string
From Balham to old Hong Kong.
Should you hold your life dear,
Then the remedy's clear,
If you're offered some yeast - don't eat it!
Turn the offer down flat -
Don your travelling hat -
Put an egg in yuor boot - and beat it!
Spike Milligan - Scorflufus - By a well-known National Health Victim No. 3908631
having invented the word "Conversation"
suffering the visionary in the loin cloth and the thousandyard stare
I can just see Shakespeare
giving up his Avon speculations, his handy bits of real estate
and his love of merlot and pickled herrings
to worship some insufferable dullard with a Koresh twitch
going all bhagwan rashneesh on the only cushion in the tent
I really can see so clearly Wordsworth giving up his solitary walks
to talk to a bunch of eejits about how great it is being a bunch of eejits
and is that Philip Larkin I see unclipping those bicycle clips from his trousers
and loosening his beads
to join the teepee? To quote the great man himself, "Is it feck"?
But that is Yeats I see going into the poet's commune?
Yes,
yes,
it is,
it is,
yes.
After all, he joined the fascists, the buffoon.
don't you two gang up on me again tonight
Shakespeare, Wordsworth, and Tennyson, expressing their sensual tensions; they scarcely received a mention, prior to Edison's sound inventions.
it's silly that I should remember I'm in love
right now
it's so inconvenient
he was young
and he's gone
why should a song
by ryan adams
send me into tailspins
his name was john
he said he was dead
and seeing as I was mad
that didn't seem strange
(only a little bit)
I left him in Texas
he left me in Spain
he didn't want to go to Africa
because of diseases and wars....
he wanted a proper thanksgiving
(Gonzalo was so kind)
I bade him goodbye at the airport
and drank a quick G
I miss my little Johnny, Johnnyappleseade
my heart.....won't recover.....
I can't recover
I'm drowning
I'm dowsing the internet for him
he's dead.....and fed up
but I'm desperate for him.....
he's very short!!!!!!