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Most people will do anything to
capitalize on their marketability. This is
especially true for artists. It
doesn't matter whether you're a painter, a
singer, a dancer or one of those
freaks who thinks that performance art is
sitting on a stage with your back
to the audience while people peeling tomatoes
outside the concert hall are
chanting the alphabet to the inverted retrograde
tune of Los Lobos' first
platinum single -- anything goes in today's society.
Take, for example,
pop sensation Jewel. Wrote a hit album, is idolized by
teenage boys
worldwide. And yet she has chosen to give up music for the sake of
a
poetry-writing career. Have you read this stuff? Check the liner notes
of
Jewel's CD, "Pieces of You," and you'll find a few spare poems she
included.
Well, now that her full-length book of poems is out, millions of prepubescent boys
are buying it in an effort to decipher exactly what it
will take to get into
her pants.
Give it up. There's no code. This
stuff is horrible. I'd rather read VCR
instructions. So I figure that if
some Alaskan-born 22-year-old yahoo without
much skill for words can
publish a book of poems to parade her outgrown teenage
angst, then I can
certainly offer a few of my own. I call this offering
Poetry for a New
Millennium.
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