Time Will Come...
When the moment hatches in time's womb there will be no art talk,
The only poem you will hear will be the spearpoint pivoted in the punctured marrow of the villain....
Therefore we are the last poets of the world.
a line from a poem by South African poet Willie Kgositsile
Small token of respect to the Last Poets.
The only poem you will hear will be the spearpoint pivoted in the punctured marrow of the villain....
Therefore we are the last poets of the world.
a line from a poem by South African poet Willie Kgositsile
Small token of respect to the Last Poets.
posted by FLUX at 11:51 PM
2 Comments:
Getting a tad apocalyptic these days, Flux? What would happen if everything decided to just plod along exactly like it does now forever and ever, no crescendo, no catharsis, just endless injustice and infinite chaos?
zardoz says :
..and ENDLESS POETS
..writing about love and life
...while ours wither away ...
and they are replenished in ideas
and emotin to write ,,from,,,?
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