Dyslexic Poetry
I want to discuss my poetry and why it is hard to follow. Ultimately it belongs to a different type of consciousness. Like all consciousnesses it defines itself in terms of socio-historical contexts and ethics that are born through mental appreciations of what it wants to be like and unlike.
I define myself by how I am Other to you and this is two-fold, it exists externally but also internally. This structure is the divinity of extreme polarities. These extrapolate sense out of something that is quite cyclonic, in terms of narrative. I am talking about life/reality.
My consciousness knows itself by what is external through funnelling into the internal and thus it becomes part of the same object. Subjected is the agent, which is both similar, and dissimilar thus it forms part of the same infrastructure that defines ‘us’ as both as individuals and non-individuals.
We are neither complete nor fragmented but this doesn’t necessarily define us as void. We transgress but are stabilised by agents that refer to something concrete in the symmetries of the symbolic that relates through the myth of being.
In short, you do not understand my poetry and it doesn’t appear like conversation because conversation is a mimeses. My poetry aims to manipulate my consciousnesses into tagging onto the progression of a visionary conscious that does not necessarily relate to the written word, the sentence or the dictionary …
I am not a poet. I do not even pretend to be. I am a dyslexic who believes that part of my nature is based on the consumer identity of the lexic. I am a lexic that is available to the dyslexic. My nature is divisible, ultimately …
What you see is not what you get, what you get is always something other as well as the same.
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