Somewhere in Antigua (alexandria) wrote in obscenism,
Somewhere in Antigua


Have just read through community again in fit of boredom. There really is some good shit here. Inspired me to ponder on the nature of the movement. (Yeah, it is one motherfuckingly fantastic fit of boredom.) So, I pulled up a Larkin poem.

Love Again

Love again: wanking at ten past three
(Surely he's taken her home by now?),
The bedroom hot as a bakery,
The drink gone dead, without showing how
To meet tomorrow, and afterwards,
And the usual pain, like dysentery.

Someone else feeling her breasts and cunt,
Someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare,
And me supposed to be ignorant,
Or find it funny, or not to care,
Even ... but why put it into words?
Isolate rather this element

That spreads through other lives like a tree
And sways them on in a sort of sense
And say why it never worked for me.
Something to do with violence
A long way back, and wrong rewards,
And arrogant eternity.

I now issue you a challange, only if you are as prone to boredom fits as I am. Adapt this poem. Use it as a blueprint. Keep it just as obscene but do not copy.
I'll show you mine if you show me yours.
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