Fat Naked Poetry
Brothers and sisters, a new age of poetry is upon us! The paradigm has shifted, and the rules of old no longer apply! Shakespeare has been dead for who knows how long now, and so has what’s her face and that other dude! Why are we still so uptight about the rules of rhyme schemes and themes and sonnets and writing about flowers and puppies and butterflies and all that goody-goody silliness and literary jive that they set down for us? They’ve served us well, but it’s time to move beyond that. It’s time to embrace the new! It’s a new age we are living in, man! I’m telling you poetic change has to happen, and it has to happen now! We are a scant two years from the end of the Mayan Long Count Calendar, and life as we know it may very well be altered beyond all recognizable prophesies! So why cling to these out of date ideas? Why?
We need a new Shakespeare! A New Rudyard Kipling! A new Emily Bronte and a new Robert Frost! We need somebody who sees life for what it really is and cares enough to tell the truth about it! We need a poet for our times! Who’s with me on this? We need a poet for The Gunaxin Age!
The good news is, brothers and sisters, ladies and gentlemen, I found him. I think I did anyway; his name is Jim Larsen and he seems pretty promising. There’s this book he wrote – Fat Naked Poetry, and it’s good. Oh Lord, is it good. It’s what the world needs, right when it needs it. It’s full of all kinds of poetry – good poetry! Poetry with titles like, Skanks Don’t Run, Fat Naked Man Doing Tai Chi on the Beach, A Song for Nikki the Slut, and Mauka Billy. Mauka Billy! I don’t even know what Mauka Billy is supposed to be. Is it a poem? A stage play? A short story? Hell, I don’t know. Whatever it is, it’s exciting in its newness. It’s exciting in the sense that it represents the ushering of that new age of poetry I mentioned the world needs. Mauka Billy, God bless you.
Oh yeah, there’s this one poem about a woman’s moon cycle called Moon Over Sara. Imagine that! Whoever Sara is, she must be pretty Goddam flattered by that. If I was a woman, and my name was Sara and somebody took it upon themselves to write a poem about my moon cycle, I know I’d be flattered. Some would argue that Fat Naked Poetry is a book worth owning just for that. I don’t completely agree with that, but I understand why they say it.
So yeah, Fat Naked Poetry. That’s my review of it. I wouldn’t expect you to waste your time reading a write up about it if I didn’t seriously believe it would be something you’d like, being a sophisticated Gunaxin reader as you are. So check it out if you feel inclined. Thank you for taking the time to read my review. See you in the New Age.