so bob's been these writing poems for about sixteen years,
but doesn't ever publish it. the whole "send this
mag your poem to this bullship-mission-
statement crap and feel ultra-
purified validation"
thing ain't his
thing. that
said, he's
going
to give it a whirl. who knows, maybe he'll find some
righteous bros in the poem-showing biz. but
probably not. he wrote a book that is
downright scary good, but there's
no bucks in poems so what's
the point of sending it out
when he can read it
himself and sop
up amazing
bobness.
it's called and they all went to heaven in a little rowaboat
and if it did ever get published it would change
the landscape of the occult called america.
the book is about how this place we
cherish as a symbol and not
a place is interested in
substance less than
image. image
rules us
and
that absolutely blows, doesn't it. people
are driven by themselves and their
genitals, which is human, but
its also ruining america
so we need to quit
being so dumb
all the time.
dumb
to me is useful, but we need to play dumb
instead of being dumb. bob isn't some
prosthelytizer, but its sickening
that people life in cliches
and phony versions
of themselves
a costume
jewelry
lie.
