Monday Morning Humor: Should Be a Parody But Isn’t

Oh dear.

Honest, people really think this guy is amazing. Sometimes they give him money. Here’s another specimen, only slightly less hilarious.

I’m putting this up for a laugh, but in all seriousness it’s rather tragicomic. A generation is growing up that no longer understands what art is and isn’t. That’s a sad thing. It’s also somewhat of a teaser for tomorrow’s post. Stay tuned…


5 thoughts on “Monday Morning Humor: Should Be a Parody But Isn’t

    1. LOL! I’d be grateful for anything even resembling music. 😀

      He seems like one of these well-intentioned, self-styled prophet types. He’s very big on bringing the church together, social justice, diversity, peace, etc., etc. There’s lots of anti-war rhetoric and such in his work. Funny, I have yet to see a poem of his about abortion or euthanasia.

  1. Lydia

    I couldn’t finish. Bad T.S. Eliot unintentional parody meets rap. Or something. Simply unbearable. But funny, in a sad way.

    1. Actually, interesting you should say that. If you click to the other one, it’s less sensorially oppressive (spoken word versus rap), and even more (bad) T. S. Eliot-feeling. It’s called “I Believe in Scripture,” and he does a lot of stuff with the idea of “words,” even getting “Annunciation” in there. I have to believe he’s read Eliot at some point. Unfortunately, he looks ridiculous, and he doesn’t have Eliot’s discipline. Here’s a sample from the other one. You’ll see what I mean:

      In the beginning there were words

      For no sky nor dirt

      Rocks nor birds

      Heaven nor earth

      Death nor birth

      Had been given the proper syllabification

      So nothing physical had yet entered creation

      But despite the lacking of material manifestation

      There did hang one true annunciation


      Words of God

      Spoken Script

      Speaking Scripture

      Holy writ

      The Writing Builder

      Building mountains out of nouns

      Plants and herbs from active verbs

      Planting nations in punctuation

      Preparing solar positions with prepositions

      Nature’s narrative rich with adjectives

      Man was dust and needed an additive

      So God added his imperative

      Impairing the dust of its ability to be sedative

      The breath of life, a word that made dirt our relative

  2. Lydia

    Oh, dear. I sense the ghost of a bad, well-intentioned, indulgent English teacher somewhere in this young man’s past. Someone whose real job was, metaphorically, to slap him around a little bit and who instead told him he was deep and wonderful and must keep writing.

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