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Performance Fart

poem-prose (elmhurst college may 8 two-thousand-one)

the jivey retro-girl w/ magic glasses
sunny sandpaper skin
glitter lips & pure invisible sex-joy vibes
speaks my name

it is time

skittish numb-legged
from plastic ass-warmed chair
& strolling squeaky nikes
up to dim-lit desk on poet-stage mind-display
i rise among the masses
cough-clearing thick-lined mucus-muck obstructing breath-beat-tube
(a swallow a prayer a glance cross room)
eyes the eyes billions in excess
focused on the shining holy-apex of my un-virgin essence
disillusioned devils waiting heaven from my sin-stained lips
waiting knowledge beauty bullshit-fancies
waiting poem-prose-proclamations pronto

i flutter

dizzy in the silent nakedness of thought
till high & mighty muse envelops my brain
& blows & blows & blows

i am ready

first crisp crazy bright-hued line
tumbles free-fall
down out my face into air mixed w/ stink & unseen gunk
(college perfume-germs)
striking lobes of aching audience-receivers not yet sure

next line the next flows in groove
bold beats molded into tangible truths
metric diagrams of pain & pleasure

ART—living breathing climbing over tuned-in body-pods
taking seat by punch/potato-chip stand
listening to its own naughty neon notes
enlightened among the mental-drool of awe-gripped faces
brain-full skulls amused in vocal-bursts of blow of wail

i am it
for once this nanosecond am real am full of me
yet somehow just a figment-speck of overactive poetic imagination
a 3D imposter-cartoon
pretending to be me
(it numbs me i’m confused i do not care)

out of the dolled up carcass-shield my soul flashed before these
god-sick human-drones who cry my tears
but have not eye enough to empty out emotive-waste
i just don’t care

i am a necessity

they idea-fuck me
grown-up cock-eyed boys & nipple-horny girls
deprived of the total teenage orgasm
platonic professors
who as twenty-something infants sold their souls for adjunct PhDs
& the book-bogged smarties
who scribble-translate their every heady word
recording A-plus pin-point decibel-maps of every arrant lecture-fart

the wobbly world falls off its puny stick
we land upside-down dirty
inverted in the flesh drift-away-minded

i am done

back to my lonely spot among the crowd back to the nonsense run-on un-poetic drab of the everyday push towards nothing my soul absorbing claps of hands & yells of throats i am simply me again shy-slouched poet-boy insane dreaming of a poem-prose about this massive manic night for all to know & feel as truth

c b snoad
published in Lynx Eye (spring 2002)
edit 2-2-17

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Grad(e) School

001From: Kasson, John F. Houdini, Tarzan, and the Perfect Man: The White Male Body and the Challenge of Modernity in America. New York: Hill and Wang, 2001.

“How big a man are you? Your weekly pay envelope will answer this question. The dollars per week you earn prove your bigness or littleness–your importance or unimportance–whether trained or untrained.” –From an advertisement for a correspondence school in System, November 1911. Courtesy of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. (Kasson 176)

“Tarzan of the Apes: A Romance of the Jungle” from the October 1912 issue of The All-Story. Illustration by Clinton Pettee. Courtesy of the Edgar Rice Burroughs Memorial Collection, University of Louisville. (Kasson 206)

Left side (my writing): “In the past, the man has been first; in the future, the system must be first.” –Frederick Winslow Taylor (1911)

Right side (my writing): “I am Tarzan. I am a great killer. There be none among you as mighty as Tarzan. Let his enemies beware.” –Edgar Rice Burroughs (1912)

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This is the handout accompanying my senior thesis at Elmhurst College presented in December 2001. My thesis: Tarzan of the Apes provided a hyper-masculine alternative to what many people thought were the emasculating effects of modern American culture in the early twentieth century.

I used this paper as a writing sample in my applications to various graduate schools in 2003 and 2004. Apparently my Tarzan research didn’t move administrators enough to accept me.

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