Refusal With Teeth

  DESECRATION #02] GUMMO: POETRY FROM THE TRASH VORTEX https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119237/ How do you write poetry from the filth? Pasta with sauce and cherry shampoo  In a bathtub of rotten water.  Barbie dolls taped together.  Children selling chocolates. How do you write poems with total solidity where everything has been leveled? A boy who hunts cats by night;  A boy who tends to his grandmother in a coma;  A boy who dresses as a girl by night;  A boy who leaves the window slightly open. How do you build surrealist verses on the periphery? A Black dwarf in a Jewish t-shirt.  Drunks fighting a chair.  A Black dwarf seducing a fool.  American white trash arm-wrestling. A rabbit found your dead cat.  Cockroaches crawling out of your family portraits.  A lump growing on your breast while they caress you.  A rabbit on a skateboard playing the accordion. Girls painting their nails.  Two deaf-mutes arguing in a bowling...

Don't talk to me about metaphysics. Don't talk to me about "evolutionary leaps." Don't even start with Akhenaten’s inventions. Here, we talk about the one thing that matters: fucking food. Yes, FOOD. That’s what this "cult movie" is actually about. (And let me tell you, Barry Lyndon is better; don't go all Tarkovsky on me). I’m not saying a word about that godforsaken Monolith. Leave me alone with the Monolith! It’s just apes eating grass and fighting a tapir. Oh, dear Africa. Then, the ape is swallowed by a cheetah or a leopard, who knows. The ape is also food. Then comes the puddle, and the bone... the blessed bone... the hand and the tool (Oh, how Marxist!). Suddenly, the tapir is fucked. Apes eating meat—raw tapir meat, or maybe ape meat, I don't know. Apes fighting over a puddle of rotten water, stepping into the filth. Bone to the sky. The Space Junk Then comes the guy, traveling alone in some sort of Concorde owned by a bankrupt airlin...