Manifesto of the Attack Surrealist Semenary
A.S.S
by R.C. Webb
Perilously, it is affirmed!
That a State of War is declared to exist between the A.S.S.
And the Post-Modern shit merchants of Pimp/Pop Culture!
ART WHORES UNITE!
REFUSE TO AMUSE!
TAKE NO PART . . . SHOW NO ART!
Diatribe I.
Though cruelly rejected by the Marxist/Leninist Avant-Garde of yesteryear
as unfit for Intellectual Servitude and
Ridiculed by comrades and branded; we Surrealists marched on
Demanding our exalted non-place in the History of the World,
Still Reaming
Still Dreaming!
Still Screaming for the Truth!
“In Service to the Revolting,”; replaced “Higher Calling”
Our studios fizzled as the Art Narcs danced among us!
Drinking our wine, eating our food, feigning Criticism/Self-Criticism!
Our self-anointed enemies wallowed with delight in our Social Rejection!
Their flags of gangrene waved like sheets of dead skin!
On their knees, praying for our total demise,
It’s said they drilled holes in PEEP HOUSE walls,
To eavesdrop on Surrealist incantations,
To spy on the works of the
REICHIAN REAMERS
Vomiting to the Mandates of the Father!
While the true Light of Uncola slithered under the door
Illuminating our hands, old and fruitless
As we caressed the memories of our Revolution
Stroking
The Palette of Bullets
As if to say:
“There are no Gods, at least none that matter”
Nor Shrines or Memorials for this malaise
Nor coffins for the rigormortised Body Politic;
Only the “Sky” burial remains, like in old Tibet . . .
The Pulverization of the devout Corporeal
So high above our Puny Existence;
Where vultures, so stuffed, they cannot even fly . . .
Squawk for more!
While the non-believers far below
STARVE
Just to “get by”
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