A Psychotic Paper-knife Conception

Collected cut-up poems of Jay Whitten
(2003-04)

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I will not be raised

(Jay Whitten. 17-10-2003)

It was a night to feel hate to the stars above
impress people simply by being part of the great fat human
precisely how I organized my frightened world of small mineworkers
in such a tiny house
very excited by frustration
people would just walk and punish
but I no longer see what I first saw
there's grain in these new lyrics
infiltrated by something terribly like
the American draining process

But if you carefully be entirely spontaneous
without becoming infiltrated by something
terribly consumed by panting because it was so obvious
other skills would possibly really thin out thought when you're famous
certain status from the sly one who adores

memorizing a dreadful punishment is the basis for artists
to me, you're meant to be slightly more untalented
and I often infest English literature
going to ask is everything if you don't develop words
in general though
we weren't all that interested
to pace the mega-masterpiece standing outside English

what I have become was The point, the pretence
that obvious playboy
who might still live anywhere else
comes and stays forever
regardless of how obviously passive
and easily picked on
more than a race to laugh at myself
from the age of eight

I can understand protesting language
the pressure to write physically
the down and embarrassed
public sense feasting in the early '70s
treated like some untried imagination of me
never forget hearing my truth in that ice
issues such as of 1984
it's not right
So yes!