I Like Muscular Writing...

I like muscular writing.  I’m sick of odes and bullshit covered in convention, words used for their sound and not their meaning.  We swim in bullshit everyday, so why the fuck would you want to commit more of it to a page.  Why not ape Bukowski instead of Thoreau?  One feels real, while the other, it masks reality and puts it out in the countryside to die on the side of a road like a carcass trophy.  Symbolism standing in for meaning and meaning is everything.  We’re not as clever as we’d like to think we are.  We are as transparent as the words we use are concrete.  Why fuck yourself out of clarity for veiled swipes at being understood in some esoteric way.  Clusters of words strung together in the hopes that your cleverness will be appreciated and not the feelings that initiated them.  Most writers tell lies disguised as truths because their fear is being found out that they are just hacks and literary grunts.  Belching daily over a page only to be left with a queasy feeling that you’ve said nothing.  You’ve made no impression and confused understanding with prose.  Word monkeys bangin your chest with a thesaurus and dictionary.  Saying nothing, words devoid of heart and worse, of interest.  We’re surrounded by it.  Pages and screens splattered like the walls of a grisly crime scene.  I like muscular writing, save the gentle shit for your therapists and children.

Thank You Scott Walker

 No one holds me too close to their skin

Much

These days seem wasted

Such

To point out obvious horizons and connections

Lost

In cloudless sorrow

Form

In infinite borrowed

Time

Reaction to unsolicited vision

Shaded

From blinding white landscapes

Color

Burns from the inside of eyelids

Project

Out into a veiled birth

Conceit

Seldom believed but always enacted

Relief

Never far but far from reach

Belief

Is nothing more than willful ignorance

Discordant

Thoughts torn from the arms of their nursemaids

Sent

Lonely and malnourished to reach adulthood

Bother

Those closest to our skin

Distance

Farther and farther from our skin

Much