I don’t like this poem Gamer because I feel like its telling me to shut up for once. Listen, I average three posts per twenty-four hours at ILP. There are people here who go on for hours at a time every day.
Anyway that poem was ghastly. I don’t like feeling dead before death… that poem is a bittersweet surrendering of the end before the end, of giving up before the end. Of shutting up and going quietly. Its hopelessly defeatist and the volume literally when down through the soft stanzas as I was reading it. I felt like I was falling.
You see, I am a futurist and I repudiate silence, minimalism, and regressive nihilism of any kind and expressed in any medium. Silence is disingenuous. Noise, feedback, activity and current, information and interference, always in motion and increasing complexity. All forms of expression in defiance of the silence and emptiness you propose!
“They (Futurists) repudiated the cult of the past and all imitation, praised originality, “however daring, however violent”, bore proudly “the smear of madness”, dismissed art critics as useless, rebelled against harmony and good taste, swept away all the themes and subjects of all previous art, and gloried in science.”