Buddha laughs at poets, burn Western literature to set it free, erase every poem you've ever written, fuck zen, immortality is absurd, neolith art, poem, Poetry, sonnet
“if I could I’d burn all of Western literature to set it free …”
Here’s the thing, the problem I struggle with,
the whole kit and kaboodle, here’s how I’ll
go down: one day I’ll get bored, my neolith
art will no longer please. Every exile
knows that immortality is absurd.
It’s that last act: burning books, deleting
computer files, making sure that no word
remains — that is art. Would you keep writing
if you knew no one would read it? Zen tells
us to hit “erase” after each poem.
Enlightenment claims nothing shall remain
behind. Fuck zen. Give me chaos and hell’s
short-term memory. I want to become
nothing, let blank pages be my domain.