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Sunday, January 02, 2011

Rock & Roll [Guest News Opinion By RL Greenfield, January 2, 2011]

Rock & Roll [Guest News Opinion By RL Greenfield, January 2, 2011]
By RL Greenfield

Rock & Roll set the tone by demolishing all criteria. Pierced the sound barrier. It busted
open the secret worlds. It crushed the universe of nic-nac convention & papier-mache
façade. It blew the roof off explanations. It smote the beast “esthetics.” No explanations
but in orgasms. If you write it on the page you are history. History is about the dead.
Rock & Roll is the Unceasing Sun. Eternal explosion & forever consummation. The
one & only Eternal Subject. Art can never be “objectified.” Every critic is a mortician.
To speak of “the object” is to be confined to the cemetery. Dylan, The Beatles, Rolling
Stones, You Name It----Hard Rock is already past tense putty, ground dust, or ashes
between the fingers & syrup on the tongue---endless de-tumescence & absence of sexual
dynamite. It repeats the formula: instant insipid baby food for chatter-box
regressionaries & anemics waiting for The Reaper in their laptops & cell-phone
megalomania. Piss-up-a-rope Intellectuals salivate in cyberspace concerning
the critique of Israelo-Fascism by Norman Mailer in the crypt. Rock & Roll burns
destroys & comes like the Lord Jesus Christ Mohamet. It is eternal orgasm itself The
Ecstasy unidentifiable by academic harlots peeping through their recipe books. Throw
away your dictionaries, literary critics, re-viewers & re-views. Art Happens. Get rid of
your brain-dead cell-phone clamp-on clichés & your syllabus-capsule oatmeal lectures:
Clean the tracks. It’s morning, Idiots: Sun & Sky are here----get out of the wood-work:
Resurrect your ass from the tomb & shake rattle & roll!

RL Greenfield lives in & loves Los Angeles, California.

Recent work online Stride Magazine ( poems, Aug. 2010), Poetic Matrix ( poems Dec 2010). 9 January & 1 December 2009---Charles Wright’s Littlefoot and Russell Edson’s See Jack. Forthcoming poems The Denver Quarterly, Chiron Review, Nether, Eunoia Review, & Sein und Werden. Review of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road online November, 2010 Gently Read Literature. Numerous other publications in national reviews such as The Wormwood Review, The New York Quarterly, The Minnesota Review.

RLG received NEA fellowship literature mss of poems 1995. Created television program The Greenfield Code & produced & hosted 150 one-hr shows in Santa Barbara featuring writers & artists. It was terrifically successful & a thrilling experience that transformed his esthetic forever.




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Saturday, April 24, 2010

Cock of Love [Yesterday's News Poem, April 23, 2010]

Cock of Love [News Poem, April 23, 2010]
(Alternate Title: "Dickhead")

“Bret Michaels is in critical condition suffering from a brain hemorrhage, his publicist said Friday... Before joining "The Celebrity Apprentice," Michaels starred as the lothario on VH1's lusty reality dating series "Rock of Love" from 2007 to 2009. For three seasons, Michaels searched for the women of his dreams amid a sea of implants, tattoos and thongs. ”
– DERRIK J. LANG (AP) – 1 hour ago, as of Midnight, PST, April 24, 2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gOhveatVWAo2xZFgVdlb62tpc3pgD9F9829G0

Thank God it's just your brain stem—not your dick
That broke or else you'd have to get a job.
A first-aid dummy lying slack—the trick
Is focus on the ceiling crack as sobs
Of life expel from lips that tasted cunts
That ought to stone a man like me with lust—
And yet I am repelled by whorish stunts
That threaten cocks of steel with VD rust.
So keep your implants, tats, and thongs away
From me; I'll save my dick from everything
That leaks, secretes, or otherwise displays
The signs of gooey life—my piss don't sting,
I'm living well despite my raving dong—
You should have sheathed your dick and wrote some songs.

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