Psychic tension, of postmodern thoughts Self accusations, grand superficial narratives... Like Ezra Pound I see my reflection And put into the narrative my own story. I see poetry is destroyed, and literature too; The feminist breakdances at the Olympics And finally the world sees what I have been saying If only for a brief moment, and then it goes Back to its squalor. "Vogue, Vogue, Vogue, "The markets are God, nonsense is the only sense; "We must be like Picasso and see everything in all dimensions." Yet, his most beautiful portrait is simply his lover In elegant lines.
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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