"Fuck Sappho!"
SAPPHO, IN AS ABSURD A POLITICAL CLIMATE AS THE VICTORIAN ONE WHICH SOUGHT TO DENY HER LOVE OF WOMEN, IS REMEMBERED TODAY FOR HER SEXUAL ORIENTATION BETTER THAN FOR HER LYRICS, WHICH WERE THE GREATEST EVER WRITTEN BY WOMAN. SINCE SHE IS REVERED AND UNREAD I HAVE ONLY THE FOLLOWING DETRITUS TO OFFER:
"Tanned shaved amateur wife solarium fuck. Sappho solarium."
JUST KIDDING, OF COURSE. THERE IS NOTHING IN HEAVEN OR HELL, NOTHING, THAT CAN GET IN THE WAY OF PEOPLE BEING FUCKING IDIOTS:
"Lyric poetry is dead. Why?
Because if poetry is nothing more than communication, we can do a hell of a lot better describing something with a picture or a song or a youtube video." HEY MORON, PICTURES PREDATE WRITTEN LANGUAGE BELIEVE IT OR FUCKING NOT "In fact, it would be so hard to make our descriptions more beautiful and important than a mere daugerrotype that we should stop trying ... lyric poetry is fucking useless.
Unless your entire life is based on being some pathetic emo kid, the lyric won't get you far (and even Keats wrote narratives, y'all). Sappho sucks, the reason we have western culture is named Homer, and we poets better wake up to that fact or we will be about as relevant as Jazz."
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