The DARK SIDE

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    The DARK SIDE

    Painting with an utterance

    slicing your observant eye

    with an acute straight razor

    Then going in for the kill

    Staring at the bloody image

    your indignant moral outrage

    just so nasty, nasty, nasty

    Why he wouldn't hurt a fly

    Stirring your raw emotions

    going way over the line, your

    disbelief, then suppression

    What you don't understand?

    The necessary provocation

    the harsh slap in the face

    the shock, you silly creature

    Where is the responsibility?

    The continuing preference

    hiding your face in the cloak

    moral sanctity, you hypocrite

    Why... I am you and you are me.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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