The latest and worst poems of the renowned aging poet, which serve as his embarrassment and as fig leaves for the first and worst poems of a newly born young female poet, and therefore they are the closest thing in our world to literary intercourse, ending in yet another cultural climax. When the urine from the diving board becomes a diving board from urine - another ripple is created in the puddle of Hebrew poetry. And the criticism, which has also become inarticulate, asks: Can these same poems be both moving and a joke? Can the same joke be both poetry and sentimentality? If everything depends on the context of reading - what does that say about reading (Context: Culture and Literature)
By: Me_Too: I'm a Poet Too - On the Generational Shift in the Poetry of the People of Israel
Poems by the former poet, if there is such a thing as a former poet
The Great Love
I look at her
Everything is breaking down
Everything is breaking down in this world
I look
The Good Days
Will never return
Mother (not RIP, not dead, not yet finished, but) no longer a maiden
Will never travel abroad again - never
To the world [Translator's note: "alma" in Hebrew means both "world" and "maiden"]
We won't sit there, by the old house, which once was, there was
Urban renewal [Translator's note: "TAMA" is an acronym for urban renewal plan in Israel]
My Life
The tea was too hot
I waited. Now it's cold
The Great Toilet
A cat turned into a dog
Strolling on the bed. Casting its words:
Not with her
Like the flow of gold in the silver toilet
Of the computer, the keyboard - stairs to descend
I heard behind the screen, behind the curtain. Inside:
Beep
The Couple - Aging
Even the hernia from the microwave
The mind, the heart, everything breaks down in the world at my age also
The computer, the leg - not thinking, dragging
And you. No - loving
Poems by the novice poet (and this is just the beginning, not the poet)
The No-Poetry Theorem
Between my thighs sits a computer surfing for you they are ripe and attractive but I think
About the paradox
Of information in black holes
According to which information that enters a black hole may disappear due to the process of hole evaporation, in radiation
Called
Hawking Hawking
Radiation
Yes this is not
Prose, it's fucking
Poetry! Because it's physical, it's physics (theoretical...)
The No-Hair Theorem (in English: No hair theorem) is a theorem in general relativity that defines all the properties of a black hole that can be measured outside its event horizon (the orgasm - mine!). The event horizon of a black hole is a surface devoid of information, similar to a hairless head I don't shave
I'm smart
Perverts
And you, pathetic men, will never know what
An orgasm is
What an orgasm is, oh
Perverts
Filthy, sighing
First Publication
Second Publication: The Miracle Publication
(Never) I will never know why
All men
Try sweating enslaved, working like madmen, to pleasure me like a madwoman (time after time)
For the one-time (!)
Miserable little, pitiful
Orgasm of theirs, why boys are interested in sex, the biggest
Deception in the world, the pleasure all
Mine
- Even if I expose
Everything to everyone
Still
I'll be left with - the neckline
And they with just the dick
Third Publication: Ice Cream
To lick the keyboard to descend to the religion of the world
In the lifespan of the mouse
Behind the mountain
Of the net - Moses is buried
Every man is buried - his face unknown, only my behind
When I sit
On him - and on me
His golden tongue
In the silver bowl
And my tongue, flexible as a vapor
Will sing of what descended, the loss
Of the male, Generation 2.0 of the desert
In the crevice of the desired land
Beauty of the poor - and its (additional) commentator
Supplement server
Culture and Sforno [Translator's note: Wordplay on "culture and sports" and "Sforno," a biblical commentator]
In the porn sports competition:
"And he buried him" if he buried himself as some of the blessed memory say (seed in vain) his separate soul did it
For he died
At the peak from there he saw the land from afar
Like the man who sees me coming, ah?
In her
He
Comes
Here is the head of the next poet