In trying to sum up what our aesthetic at Live Nude Poems will
be, we are drawn to the idea and function of poetry. In our opinion, we’ve always believed that
poetry must serve a purpose – to enlighten, to explain and by doing so, bring a
greater understanding of self. We have a
job to do as poets, even if only to better know our own humanity. We're certainly not here to argue what art is or
why we write. We write because we have
to, and the work is unique to each of us.
Knowing that, we would like to showcase poetry that breathes and
presents moments in time, work that helps us understand you, tells a story,
changes the reader--if only for a second.
Doped with Religion, Sex and TV “Working class hero, my foot,” Darleen spat. “Pampered British rock star’s more like it. He don’t know nothin’ about no working class,” she sneered, “and that Jap witch he married. She’s probly the one who put them ideas in his head.” Darleen and I worked on the assembly line at the Capitol Records plant, putting fresh-pressed LPs into sleeves, the packaged albums into cardboard boxes, the boxes onto pallets for the forklift guy to take them away to the loading dock. “I used to like some of them early songs. ‘I Want to Hold Your Hand,’ ‘A Hard Day’s Night,’ but you can have this stuff. Working class hero! Who does he think he’s kidding?” I stuffed my impulse to defend Lennon, point out his poverty in postwar Liverpool, the broken family, the absent sailor father; mainly offended by Doreen’s naked racism, pitying her for the misogyny she’d absorbed from generations of farmers on the prairie. I was a college student, working part...
Thanks for doing good work. Looking forward.
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