LAURIE CORSETT : What is more useless than a poet, and why?
L. S. SHEVSHENKO. : itssy bitssy spider
ANJANA BASU : Marina
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What is more useless than a poet, and why? itssy bitssy spider Marina


LAURIE CORSETT
What is more useless than a poet, and why? 
  Encloistered in my artist's garret, threadbare garments more holes than whole Paint spattered, unruly and unkempt Barely aware of the need for sustenance or even air Entranced by the necessity of exploring, exposing my vision I am the essence of romance.   Writing words on paper, I am merely effete, Despite my black attire and permanent scowl. Even if they are good words, finely wrought, expressing deeply true emotion They are almost literally a dime a dozen. To expose my wound is inelegance, to explore my essence a narcissistic malaise.   I am the real deal -- the poet-philosopher, the idealist dreamer, the journey's fool. Surely I should be surrounded by acolytes at my feet, honored to breathe the sacred Incense of my majesty.   Yet here I stand with bills unpaid in the squalor of a rented room, Unadorned by idolatry.
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What is more useless than a poet, and why? itssy bitssy spider Marina


L. S. SHEVSHENKO.
itssy bitssy spider
she always knew they were there but she loved death too much she weaved its blanket like a pro and as death got bigger and larger she grew as her neighbors scratched their voices growing from peeps to cackling sounds amongst all this rust. For a long time she came and went unnoticed killing everything that invaded her home. One morning a cocky Bantam came noticed her hour- glass design and madness filled his eyes he killed her with just his pecker. Some hens call him a murderer others say she was the one who commited spidercide for just being there in that chicken yard insanity. Now all that remains is the wicked web she weaved.
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Poetry endangers the established order  of the soul - Plato

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What is more useless than a poet, and why? itssy bitssy spider Marina


ANJANA BASU 
Marina
Water daughter flows back again after so many years flows back over the grey rocks and the rejected relationships silver voiced, silver flowing rippling rocks, enchanter's rod, the sea flows to the land strange land, stranger still the bones that flow and grow to silver in stature like a flowing jewel rock rives, river lives to sea water born, reborn ice burns away the hatred salt splits cracked lips crusts white wounds heal, backs torn by whips heal washed in brine blood's a jewel the killers came white through the blue water but she lived blinded eyes that couldn't see the river flow the magic rod looked out to sea soft voice, water's voice white curling hair we wept brine, my daughter
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LAURIE CORSETT : What is more useless than a poet, and why?
L. S. SHEVSHENKO. : itssy bitssy spider
ANJANA BASU : Marina

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