TIME
THIS IS NO TIME TO NOT KNOW WHO U ARE
March madness upon us gnashing teeth Lone demented woman
ringing my old mother’s doorbell 4 a.m. each morning this week
The centre will not hold The world has become sick reality tv
Bad art imitating bad life imitating bad art Fake news Putin
blaming Jews for election tampering What else is new?
A nascent Spring hanging in the balance What no one remembers:
It does not come in times of extreme brutality There wasn’t any
Spring whatsoever from 1935 – 1939 We always thought it would be
an apocalyptic event to rent us from the garden permanently The
environment? Nuclear holocaust? We never suspected it would be a
buffoon with an orange tan + a psychiatric diagnosis His hour come
round at last
And now we’re on a collision course with pure unadulterated evil: A
squat boy-man with his finger on the smaller button being courted
(sounds sexual no?) A marriage made in thugheaven The beady-eyed
man with big muscles who likes to wrestle with bears perhaps sharing
porn stars with Donald Duck The trashing of NATO The shitting on the
UN The lying a total of 3,678 times in his first 13 months in office (see the
Fact Checkers report this week)
Spring we will mourn you Botticelli is rolling in his grave He of Primavera
+Venus rising from the ethers in a clamshell Fertile earth Fecund sea A
cherub orgy Today’s Botticelli: A naked pear shaped man too orange tan
Dic-tator in a golf cart with Stormy Kim +Vlad unclad What rough beast
indeed?
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Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
(William Bultler Yeats The Second Coming)
SPRING 2018
Birth of Stormy Sandro Botticelli 1480 ..and 2018
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