Follow-Up-Notebook-Thoughts

Having heard the poets dismay in accordance with the other's poems, I was inspired to get a notebook. I thought that, if the disliked poet's stuff was so bad, at least he used some cool notebook. And so, I went and bought a notebook. I usually just write upon scrap paper; whatever I may find really. I have never had any preferences. After having used the notebook for merely a day, I came to the conclusion that concealing my thoughts in one defined spaced, dedicated to expression is stupid. I threw the notebook away and am glad I did. I also read more of this terrible poetry, about which the poet writes and it sucks.

A Secret Book

I met this poet underway in Chicago. His poems are reflective of another man's poems; poems he finds to be terrible. An example of his work:

yeah that’s his shtick
hot carls, dirty boys
and nasty dicks.

Although he does seem to have a rather concise style and simplistic view, I find him to be somewhat befuddling. I find that often such poets evolve into grand playwrights. One example may be Bert Brecht, someone who has influenced me forever. His name? I have no idea. If I knew I would be able to support him, despite my confusion about his existence. Perhaps, one day we may all enjoy one of his shows. I hope he has the talent to succeed.

Purple Suits and Odd Dreams

I recently encountered a young man, whose style of performance is so, that most would find him rather absurd. In public this man sang songs of woe and addiction. I was impressed with his ways. I am not sure now, how exactly to describe his performance other than to say that I enjoyed it more than anything I have enjoyed in a very long time. He made the rest of the performers uncomfortable with his talent. Their lack of comfort was understandable, yet I only hope they realized what was happening in front of themselves. I doubt they appreciated it as I did, but I hope.

Postmodern

A recent viewing of the Muppet Show has reminded me of a group, I would like to share with you. This group, having appeared in this show, is titled Mummenschanz. They certainly are a fantastic group. Their postmodern expressions have captivated me for very long. Once, while studying in Tübbingen after the fall of the wall, I saw them perform and was very much so impressed. The empty symbolism and suggestions to themes largely decided at the descrestion of the viewer, have influenced me greatly. Their being so difficult to interpret, has made many things clear to me, for example, my not having to understand everything, rather having to let on that I, perhaps, understand. I hope you enjoy them!

An Encounter: "He who Cries"

As the dawn of a new year rises, I, after having reflected upon my experience in this country, would like to make note of another performer I have encountered during my travels. This young fellow, known to some as "He who Cries", is a somewhat captivating piece of mankind. An example of his performance: Once while driving him through a seemingly hip part of town, he rolled down the window and accosted the post-bar, smug trendies as such: "Hey, hey look at me! Look at me! I'm a hipster, I' m a hipster! Look at me!" This may not be a very enticing example of valid modern performance, however, think for a moment about those "hipsters" you know. After realizing their pretensions, it is glorious to accost them with their own ways; especially when the person accosting may himself be considered such a "hipster". So wherever "the Cryer" may be: good luck. I have heard rumour that he has retreated to an isolated area in the middle of the country, but none is likely to know.