A Kick Up the Arse of Poetic Farce
A Slap in the Face of Public Taste* updated
for the readers of our long-overdue Manifesto, because only we are the
Conscience of Tomorrow. Via us the Lute of the New Harmonies shall accompany
the Art of the Printed Word: the past is too turgid; the Societies, their
cliques and publications are less desirable than The Watchtower.
he who does not deconstruct his last poem appreciate his first. All
questions are rhetorical in this seminal work.
applaud the magazine editor's rejection slip in acknowledgement of
yesterday's puerile submissions, for who, we ask, would dare to wear the the
multicultural, multicoloured shirts of an original Federico Garcia Lorca.
We must erase Saints Armitage & Szirtes & their cronies from the
perfumed and cliched anthologies. All adherents must dismember their existing
offspring in order to produce a new, vital generation of vorsprung durch
Avert those eyes that drift over the proverbial, anorexic volumes issued by
A. Cne, B. Oil, C. Oldsore and their clones, those who desire a penthouse,
compact and bijou, in Brighton: the reward the muse gives to compilers of
soporific sestinas and vomit-inducing vilanelle.
From the heights of their charnel-houses we stare in contempt at these
poetasters and their pretty verses.
We demand that the word of the new poets be heard, and
subsequently seen on the pristine pages of the extravagant glossies.
May your muse continue to be amused
We remain yours faithfully,
The Revd. W. A. Spooner, Mrs. Malaprop, The Revd. Thomas Bowdler, et al., on
The New Romantic Semantics
Futurist Manifesto 1912