Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Non-Creative Fiction

Compose & Be Composed
 
I would write pretty if I
could --slim & curvy,
savvy &  ripped,  
pleasing to
the I.
 
But God made
me this old way:
 
Din't choose to be ugly.
Who would? No body
in his right mind.

2 comments:

  1. Given the chance and right mind, I'd choose ugly most days.

    Why not go for those rough edges that can get edited off later? That's something pretty'll never get, stomach fat or lost on wrong turns to be redirected by an editor's scalpel.

    What I like about ugly is that it has a unique sensibility that pretty doesn't, a raucous doesn't play-well-with-others that keeps ugly more in-itself, it's own grounding and sake, while pretty's pretty for-itself. Pretty doesn't need more traction than pleasing, but ugly's got a longer way to go if it wants to sell you on some idea or nick-nack.

    If Sartre or Socrates were pretty, people might've been too entranced by their smooth skin to busy themselves with arguing. Perhaps there's something to be said for the lazy eye and smelly toga.

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  2. Love it May. You said what I feel but thought I'd better go about it in a self-denigrating way. I call my self a bullshitter rather than a philosopher for the same reasons. Confirms the Other in their bias and aint so threatening. I'm sure there's a contradiction of sorts in that, but so it goes.

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