This Blog is No Longer a Part of American Poetry or American Literature in any Way Whatsoever

If you are under the mistaken impression that this blog is a part of the snarky, nasty and most unnatural enterprise known as American literature, where human beings no longer know how to give an honest compliment, no longer know what a friend is as opposed to cultural capital that wears shirts and moves its arms and legs and mouth, write thinly-veiled attacks in the form of bad poetry because they are really afraid of both true critical and/or psychological analysis of their relationships to, and ambivalent (or hostile) feelings towards, other living imperfect humans with whom they sense themselves in constant competition for some obscure reason, then you are mistaken.

Why should I presume the "most articulate users of the language" should know how to talk with one another?

I am a bipolar person with addictions issues. What's your excuse?

From now on, if you come here to feel superior FUCK OFF.

Who needs people like that.

I don't feel superior to anyone.

When I'm speaking critically about literature, I'm not speaking about the author.

I'm not going to make my blog private or turn off comments, because I feel I have made some real friends through this blog, and I have certainly discovered a lot of writing I respect greatly.

But I find I am greatly mistaken in thinking other people are able to laugh at themselves as I so often do and know the difference between wit and nastiness.

I am so grateful for the truly good people I have in my life, and I really aspire to be like them.

I have made some serious progress in the past year, and I look forward to making more in the future.

Many of you poets are really fucked up.

I mean I know I am. No doubt.

But so many so unnatural. So fake. So ridiculously defended and defensive.

Why do people keep talkign to people when they don't like them and or respect them?

Is your career really that important that you compromise your values like that?

I don't have a single person in my blogroll that fits that criterion.

American culture doesn't really need you. That's the horrible truth. You need each other. We need each other. But you'll never admit it. Because that's such a terrible weakness isn't it?

Oh, I'm sorry maybe you have a cult elswhere and were only popping in to feel superior. Do you slum it often?

Posterity's only gonna need about five of you. If that. Is it really worth getting all worked up and nasty like that? Really?

Or is that the point? The futility? Which I find funny actually and sort of beautiful. If there isn't a god there's at least that. That shaping thing. I respect that.

Maybe amnesis is right.

How many poets do you really like who wrote in 1850. In America? Two right? Five if you're really literate. And England in the same period. Okay, England was obviously much more advanced. Probably ten.

But how many of those poets do you really care for? Don't lie about the ones you cared about when you were fourteen.

And most of them just "talk funny" don't they? They're so clueless about what we're thinking about tonight. Aren't they?

Over what? All this nastiness.

I am talking to the living.

Sometimes what I say is fucked up and tiny and pathetic.

Sometimes not.

It's a weblog.

You can stop reading now if you know you're the sort of person I'm talking about.

This is why I don't publish poetry.

Because of what this all really is.

It's so funny.

Thank god for the handful of you who still know how to be natural beings.

I value your friendship.

The War is everywhere.

I think I'd rather play house.

IF I UPSET YOU, OR YOU ARE EMBARRASSED BY THE MESSINESS OF MY THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS, STOP FUCKING COMING HERE.

AND FOR THE FEW WHO THINK I'M LUCKING TO FUCK SOMEONE OR TROLLING ON MY BLOG, YOU'RE A JOKE. GAY MEN JOKE. I DON'T SLEEP WITH ANYONE BUT MY GUY. BUT THAT'S NOT ABOUT YOU IMAGINING PROMISCUITY ANYWAY. IT'S ABOUT YOUR HOMOPHOBIA. WE STILL GET THAT MODEL IN AMERICAN POETRY OCCASIONALLY. IT'S CLINKY BUT IT MOVES.

and if you hate this blog so much?

WHO ASKED YOU HERE? DO YOU THINK I WANT TO INSULT YOU OR BOTHER YOU? I DON'T EVEN PUBLISH. IF I REALLY WANTED TO MAKE SURE YOU WERE GETTING MY "BRILLIANCE" I'D BE PUBLISHING IT IN MAGAZINES EVERYWHERE.

DID I SEND YOU A LINK IN AN EMAIL?

When's the last time I sent one of you my books without you asking me? And even if you asked me I probably didn't send it.

When's the last time you heard me promote a book by me? I ask you for your books don't I? I review them.

This is my secession. There. It's official.

I am not a part of American literature. Duh.

I am going to continue to write and post my writing here.

And you are invited to send me work. This is still a blogazine. But it's not your conventional blogazine.

Duh lol.

I realize what I'm writing here is more naked than powered up stylistically.

But that's where I am right now.

At this moment.

I don't get you people.

Faustian friends are not good friends.

WATCH OUT FOR YOUR FAUSTIAN FRIENDS.

THEY DO NOT AGE WELL.

I am going to do one thing differently here.

I am going to take a vow of silence about commenting on blogs.

Maybe I irritated some of you by commenting on your blogs or something.

If you have something you want me to read and comment upon, feel free to let me know. Unless it's some attack on me or something...then just fuck off okay?

I'm not going to do this anymore.

There is a difference between critical commentary and personal insult.

If you don't know what this is, or don't respect that boundary, go to a barroom and hang out with your type.

And no, this is not a barroom. Rumors to the contrary.

I'm drinking ice tea thank you very much.

So there. Nah-nah-nah-nah.

Is that the right level? Playground?

To quote Napoleon Dynamite: "Gawrsh!"

Yes, I'm being a girl. So what. Sue me.

What's wrong with girls?

Most of my favorite writers are girls anyway.

So there. Natty natty boo boo.

If you're a decent person don't be afraid of me because of this.

I'll be fine in a few hours.

But I may be a little guarded in the near future.

So please don't leave ambiguously weird comments, or if you do and I delete them reread what you tried to post and I hope you'll understand.

I'm only gonna delete weird or nasty comments.

Jeez.

It's so embarrassing that I have to even type all this shit.

It really is.

I'm a girl. If you are a girl and I might mistake you for a guy, let me know. Okay?

I'll try to treat you like one and you do the same ok?

Deal.