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People Hated That Inaugural Poem
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So the inauguration spectacle is a form of marketing now. She'll probably be the bestselling poet in history before the year is out.
2
She may be an excellent poet for all I know... but, someone should have actually listened to her read, before asking her to do so at the inauguration. Because her delivery was truly terrible.
3
As much as I love Barack Obama, we're in an age of egalitarianism, which means we'll have to put up with a lot of statist middle brow art. It's a small price to pay for good Government.
5
Every popular mass cultural object creates a shadow object: The publicly expressed distaste for the thing. As with Tina Fey's internet trolls, getting noticed means somebody somewhere will feel the need to tell the world how much they hate you. As consumers, we are encouraged to define ourselves through our dislikes as much as through our likes.
7
FWIW, my mom LOVED the poem.
One disagreement: someone with slam poet cadence would have been a huge improvement in terms of delivery. Alexander read that thing like a deer caught in headlights. I'm willing to believe she can write poetry but she sure doesn't understand how to speak it.
One disagreement: someone with slam poet cadence would have been a huge improvement in terms of delivery. Alexander read that thing like a deer caught in headlights. I'm willing to believe she can write poetry but she sure doesn't understand how to speak it.
8
Maybe it's like when a mediocre pop song gets attached to a great movie, and becomes popular... people want the song because they associate it with the good feelings they had watching the movie.
9
It's like the Daily Show portrayed - lots of GOP getting rich off of everyone wanting to commemorate our nation returning from the Dark Side to the side of Good and Truth.
But you're not getting my Obama T-s!
But you're not getting my Obama T-s!
10
Keep in mind that "The Da Vinci Code," "Who Moved My Cheese?" and "The Secret" are also "best-sellers."
11
And yet my opus, "If You Fuck With My Cheese You'll Be Sorry, Cocksucker" was rejected by every single publisher in the country.
12
Why didn't they let me read my sex ed haiku?
A fifth of vodka
Time to make a tiny tot
Penis vagina
A fifth of vodka
Time to make a tiny tot
Penis vagina
14
Haiku is hard to get right.
You're a genius, Mr. Josephes.
I wish they had chosen National Treasures Mark Strand or Billy Collins.
You're a genius, Mr. Josephes.
I wish they had chosen National Treasures Mark Strand or Billy Collins.
15
I'm getting my poem ready for the next Inauguration:
Come ye Americans, and listen to a story about a man named Jeb,
Something something something-that-rhymes-with-Jeb
Come ye Americans, and listen to a story about a man named Jeb,
Something something something-that-rhymes-with-Jeb
19
#9 When you mentioned the Daily Show I thought you were going to say how the organizers were going to peacefully disperse a crowd of two million and the poem was the answer.
20
Perhaps the poem, which did not meet the standard for Shinola, was crappy by design, an effort to dumb down Obama's aura in a non-crucial way. A decent poem would have been elitist, right? If not downright efete. Consider this excretion a warm brown dove of peace extended toward the illiterate masses.
21
I'll extemporize a better inaugural poem right now:
my great aunt sang herself
to sleep last night and sang
herself awake in the shower
and my pancakes
never tasted so good
because
no longer is the white house
the white house only;
its halls of power, painted
in earth-tone rainbows, now match
the nation's chalcedony heart
my basketball never seemed so small
and my brother never looked
so tall, his hand up and open to all,
no secrets hiding in his sleeve --
don't you know the shortest route
to a laugh is a goofy smile?
the skinny kid with a funny name
has come home to roost
and i think he'll stay a while
and i think i'm pleased.
my great aunt sang herself
to sleep last night and sang
herself awake in the shower
and my pancakes
never tasted so good
because
no longer is the white house
the white house only;
its halls of power, painted
in earth-tone rainbows, now match
the nation's chalcedony heart
my basketball never seemed so small
and my brother never looked
so tall, his hand up and open to all,
no secrets hiding in his sleeve --
don't you know the shortest route
to a laugh is a goofy smile?
the skinny kid with a funny name
has come home to roost
and i think he'll stay a while
and i think i'm pleased.
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