avant-gardeI met a traveler from a modern landwho said: I used to think I knewwhat avant-garde meant, it meantnew art so advanced you can't understandit, like a chic perfume without a scent.An avant-garde poem was abstract youcould get rid of commas and capital lettersforget making sense dreams were betterirony mandatory and meaning arbitrarylike poker with blanks instead of cards.It was intimidating and I remained leeryuntil I met A. and his avant-garde smile:“Just do the opposite of whatever's in style,”he said with a wink when he won an award.“You see, it isn't so hard to be avant-garde.”DL
So unoriginal, I copied and pasted it.
9.29.2011
9.27.2011
Discover
A beautiful fortress, an established stance,
Within the thick walls,
A patronus awaits you,
You must keep strong like at first,
Weakness may bereave,
Gargantuan words may deviate,
But through grove,
I see the great white Snape.
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