Category Archive: Poetry
I love my DaDa
It’s true. I love my DaDa. It is “my secret life.” It is my question 15.
My tube to an philosopher.
My hat to head. Identity,
I hat to head.
Day. I head. anti-artist. You
My head. An anti-artist.
It, to my secret You
Beatniks, unite!
Back when I was a little shaver, there emerged a cultural archetype: the beatnik. Pre-hippie, the beatnik was the American follow-up to the cabaret culture of Europe from a half-generation earlier, and was famously and ingloriously portrayed as Maynard G. Krebbs on the Dobie Gillis Show (a harmless, goateed, shaggy work-shirker); as beret-wearing, poetry-spewing, finger-snapping, bongo-playing preachers of “cool”; as philosophy-reading, coffee-swilling, deep thinkers who hung out in dim-lit cafes and acted dark and mysterious; as jazz-loving, commercialism-eschewing, denizens of the counterculture; and as comic stereotypes on sitcoms and even in cartoons.