Mason Rouches

As to the trick of prosody, the method of conveying the matter,
Frankly I shall provoke the maximum of saxophone clatter.

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

RIP Brian Wilson
https://t.co/cqBLH0EuVS

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

Does the L.L. in L.L. Bean stands for "Lady's Love" or "Ladies Love"?

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

You're telling me these sardines are "scale-free".....now listen: If we can get these cans to the nearest physics department before sundown you won't even have to know what that means...

[R.Сам 🦋🐏 @Logo_Daedalus]

I can rant in blank verse too. You know
iambic lines are closest to the tip
of our collective tongue— the English one.
(A joke enjambed, They won as well haHa.)
I’m capable of formatting these walls
of text for you. & too I can be kind
of impish in the fun I like to have
with you. I also like to play and fool
nobody with my most pretentious pose
of reading books & writing doggéd prose
poems (pause) for twitter freaks who deign not
leave this grass for greener fields, like Walt’s
iambic I who celebrates himself
and sings himself assuming we assume
what he assumes for we are selfsame atoms.
Adams also wrote some blank verse rants:
“Such are the horrors of our modern times,
They bleach the blackness of all former crimes”
the lines he penned when Jefferson had won
against his dad. The year 1801.
When Barlow marked the path to Roman fate:

“See Rome's rude sires, with autocratic gait,
Tread down their tyrant and erect their state;
Their state secured, they deem it wise and brave
That every freeman should command a slave,
And, flusht with franchise of his camp and town,
Rove thro the world and hunt the nations down;
Master and man the same vile spirit gains,
Rome chains the world, and wears herself the chains.

Mark modern Europe with her feudal codes,
Serfs, villains, vassals, nobles, kings and gods,
All slaves of different grades, corrupt and curst
With high and low, for senseless rank athirst,
Wage endless wars; not fighting to be free,
But cujum pecus, whose base herd they'll be.
Too much of Europe, here transplanted o'er,
Nursed feudal feelings on your tented shore…”

(unheard? his Visions of Columbia)
He wrote nine books of blank verse rants. They rule.
You’ll never hear about them, not at school
& nowhere else on Twitter. I propose
to you that this, my humble trade, is good
enough & better than the rest who type
fit in too much in stereo concord
in courtier politicking forum discords.
There’s far too many such as those. I seem
at least compared to them to try to seam
together something worth your read. I bleed
for you. My thumbs are numb. I labor. Yes
& grieve it if I type in vain, receive—
ing less in effort than the effort I’ve
conceived—humiliating self so pridefully.
POUND wrote blank verse rants in jail. He spewed
on toilet paper rolls the Cantos. Pissants
in a dragon’s world. (Pissant-Pisan).
I have to point them out to you, my jests
will have citations, hyperlinks, for some
but most do not detect them ‘less I sign
‘em up— look here, Poetic Crimes. I laugh
& pray you laugh as I laugh at myself.
I can’t (alas) assume that you assume
to know the better poems that I’ve exhumed.
I’m forced to condescend or else be loathed
for acting like it’s normative to know
any poems at all. Most don’t. It’s fine.
Poetry is now a strange pastime.
No one reads new poetry. They’re right.
Most poets make no efforts to be read.
They just assume their Academic Creds
will carry them to teaching gigs. Instead
of doing that—I write these threads for free.
& Patrons will sometimes subscribe to me
so I can patronize this discourse hell
with better things than what they sell. For you
my tendons burn, my nerves compress. & who
else is there who writes here who compares
themselves to Dante, Melville, Blake, who else
puts on this mantle of pretentious pride?
(I think of few, but some, I do confide.)
Who else will write a blank verse rant like this?
I hit my shots, though others call amiss.
Who else concerns himself with posts as art?
I stretch this medium from pole to pole.
Across the globe they ask “You’re that asshole?”
I am indeed notorious online.
An awful thing to brag about. It’s fine.
My recompense is meager. I’m a fool
& humbly proud of sticking to the bit.
But you can pay me back for it! Retweet
this thread at least a hundred times or more.
Tomorrow I’ll write more for you like this.
I’d rather write one tweet a day this long
& otherwise post other people’s songs
like Bob’s, whose Shadow Kingdom dropped.
& so I close my shop.

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

@Logo_Daedalus "Yet Byron was the first to laugh at the over-sensitive Keats
‘Snuffed out by an article’, those were the words. A couple of rubber teats... "

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Surprises in a Little Library
"...Master Francois-somebody..."
Whose every grotesque makes-merry
Who scourged each Nobodaddy.

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he whispers to himself: "I'll just call it Zoomer fashion"

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He was left wondering if wearing all of his clothes at once would be "just easier" than struggling with a suitcase...

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D: (with law books) Yes, anyone can use the library...
J: ... As long they return the books on time!

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

~~~LIBRARY COURT~~~
Defendant: Your honor, check the records one more time
Judge: You know why you're here: you lost the book, its a $130 late fee.
D: I didn't lose it. I returned it. Check. Again.
J: You lost the book...twice!?!?
D: Yes, that's ---
J+D: DOUBLE JEOPARDY!

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

J: Not once in 50 years have I seen this. -- We must dismiss the charges
Prosecution: I'll still get him on something! Abuse of library materials? Intent to commit fraud? Grab the law books from the stacks!
Clerk: They're....gone?

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

~BASED ON A TRUE STORY
Eugene: What classes are'ya taking this semester
Malvin: Physics, Lit, Bio, Math, Debate. You?
E: Marketing, Philosophy, Billiards & Deep Learning
M: What's this "Deep Learning" stuff? Hokey ideas to help you study&focus? You learn just fine!
E: ....if only

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

Alternatively: "Sifting through a box of unfinished essays describing Byron's influence on poets of the English-speaking world"

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

"One of those years, huh?"

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

---- THE THANKSGIVING LONER ----
Banned from every State-Side Thanksgiving Table & abroad, he roams without home nor haven. His worldview is caustic & acrid, but purifyingly obvious. Most live in willfull ignorance; he lives in the Truth: -- mashed potatoes are baby food

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

"I'll totally get out of jury duty by showing up in a black turtleneck while tightly grasping a P. Wyndham Lewis book "

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

---THE CARBON FIXER---
"Look kid, -- I'm what ya call a 'fixer'. Broken systems, contracts, situations, and er uh... people; not a mess I can't glue back together. My specialty is quite...(sips seltzer) elemental. I deal in (burps) carbon

[William Blake @williamblakebot]

If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern.

[Mason Rouches @mason_rouches]

@goodcharls Recently finished Tarr by P. Wyndham Lewis, -- a brilliant tale of panurgic pessimism & bourgeois bohemianism