Phallusie fallacy

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come, or
came across
one time a poem
about a swan. A shitty
poem to my mind
missing a point
a quite salient
point I thought,
a point I shall
reiterate right
here for you my
erstwhile chums
so here it comes:
poetry is only ever
real to me when it
reflects its spoken
origins: The music
and the sound of it
are both what make
a poem a poem- you
see? In short, some
words chosen quite
arbitrarily for their
typographical shape
:either to help a poet
describe the curve of
a majestic Cygnus on
a lake, or some bloody
Giraffe, or any other of
the many things you see
In nature with a general
profile that isn't difficult
to recognize, with a long
vertical section that maybe
also lends itself to this cheap and
pathetic dull trick that has about as much true lyricism
real musicality...creativity and charm as my...love truncheon
Spitting & spewing..man-goo in a crudely-drawn..and frankly crap
doodle on a toilet wall somewhere. Somewhere as horrible and unsanitary and
as frankly revolting as I found this poem 'about a swan', 'in the shape of a swan'
to be. Now, when you combine, as sets, the amount of people who are incensed by a
'poem-in-a-shape' with the amount of people who read this blog then the final subset
you are left with is a small set indeed; in truth, I don't think anybody really cares and
who knows? perhaps there are even those who would be more offended by a typographical
phallus in their browser than are offended by the sight of a a poem in the shape of a swan
Anyway, I think I can say that I've made my point,- Poetry is for sounds and visual art is for
shapes and now there is nowt left for me to do... perhaps waffle on about nothing especially
interesting or important until I fill up the sac....seem to be getting away with it, of course
why shouldn't I? Really it just makes sense........The conclusion is 'just a load of balls'!-as it
should be, frankly there is somethin'............something perfect about that in my
estimation: -it fits so well....................I can only describe it as
poetic............................................... justice.