Instead of Bretons bottlenecking of surrealist illogical and linguistically (fun! really!seriously) contradictions arousing ethereal or otherworldly cycloptic-perfected things, this interconnectedness would bring us back to nothing, would further us toward something like a linking of links, the hyperlink discussions as poetry is an amalgam of everything poetry should be and isn’t. Whereas critics see avante-poetry as sound right now and how that is the digitization of text, the text is really in the connection and association and interconnectedness of one thing with the other, linguistically metaphorically and sampling. The sampling is only the start of an understanding, a self –awareness for what has come before us, this is caused by the dissemination of knowledge and literature. Everything can be cut, all should be strung along and dismantled into a new current language, but this is not the leaps or links with which we seek to create in poetry. In poetry you have everything you would want in a story, except shorter and more inherently beautiful.

Distillation MAY BE TOO NICE A WORD OR TOO WHOLESOME BUT I BELIEVED IN  WORLD THAT WOULD LOVE TO KILL SOME TIME BEFORE YOU THROW YOUR ARMS AROUND Me.

Why poetry fucks you like no woman could:

1.      Because she loves you

2.      There are hampers of dirty lifelaundry to wash and she wish you would pull your weight, walk to the bank to grab some quarters, and sit there with her as you make small talk she hates

3.      She needs you

4.      She loves you, but you know she hates the small talk

5.      Because every position is possible, but only those you’re comfortable with make sense to her….and you

6.      When you think about the world you live in you don’t cry, nor does she, but you do laugh

7.      She can do you in seconds, and that hurts your soul

8.      Indeterminacy is the past, fuck me in the present and future

9.      She can whittle you in seconds, and you love it

10.  She is the perfect ()______;[]———-

Poetry is not flat anymore. It is not authentic in free verse. All photographs are treated photographs. All poetry has always been a product of the last product, just now, we’ll call it postproduct. Or call all poetry something that matters beyond produce. Or call poetry something that saddles the hindlegs of capitalism. No, we won’t call it that. But we may soon call it something that can be new.