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art, sex, and italy
by Jared FladelandPasta,
like sex,
needs to boil for just the right amount of time.
Some people like it a little softer.
Some prefer more firm and hard.
And some people eat it straight outta the box
like a goddamn heathen.
I sit and listen to this Italian opera
and think:
If you need three hours of a panel on the leading experts of romanticism in the Italian opera,
subtitles,
and a four page program explaining the plot and the mythic symbolism,
maybe its time you rethink your art.
Now, if a bullet travels
from the barrel of a gun and hits me right in the gut,
destroying my insides,
well. I'll call that a masterpiece.
09/22/2014 Posted on 09/22/2014
Copyright © 2025 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/22/14 at 05:39 AM Entertaining read Jared. Quite original...I especially like the sex analysis in the first part. |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 09/23/14 at 08:11 PM Interesting poem. I particularly like the second half, especially the final line. |
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