The idiot girl @theParisReview says uncool:
that, to critique, the phrase, the trappings of,
is used by “100% pretentious hacks.” And
the editor @PoetryFound retweets her crap,
and an article on pooping, besides. I
was
going to tweet a Baudelaire, from
“Beauty,” line,
line by displaced line:
I
am beautiful, o mortals, like a dream of stone
But thought better of it (a proscribed
phrase?)
—an unpretentious #Stalinist might
tell me not to translate, or Baudelaire
not to write.
(But what does this mean:
Je
hais le mouvement qui déplace les lignes?
Is the idiot girl @ParisCool right?) No, she is
an idiot, disliking a history without
her part,
as I dislike the way the young are
heartless, mean,
calling it honest (and I was different
@18?)
This poem appeared in Gargoyle.
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