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Originally Posted by Lazarus Short /img/forum/go_quote.gif
I just read this a few minutes ago. WARNING! This links to a seriously-non-PC article. (Emphasis mine)
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Hey, Lazarus. I'll bet that you didn't even go look at any of those poems at
Unsplendid. I won't vouch for my own, but I think that you'd find that many of them are beautifully crafted and wholesome.
I'm a little dismayed that you've linked-up the journal of formal poetry,
Unsplendid--a publication that strongly encourages the appreciation and development of
traditional poetic forms--with some puerile controversialist who argues that the entire Western cultural movement of 'Modernism' springs from the satanic malice of Walt Whitman, Carl Sandburg, and a now nearly forgotten poet and critic, Louis Untermeyer, who was a socialist, but who also created a popular anthology of children's poetry and was awarded The Poetry Society of America's Gold Medal in 1956. According to the swollen little bundle of self-conceit and mendacity interviewed at
henrymakow.com, the destruction of poetry occurred, first, because Whitman and Sandburger--both celebrated in the American canon of traditional poetry as champions of democracy--were really socialists, and, second, because of the machinations of the Jews. Really. The American Civil War, the rise of sky-scrapers and steam engines, immigration from Southern Europe, colonialism, Darwinism, labor movements, automobiles, moving-pictures, and trench-warfare had nothing to do with the development of Modernism. Only a die-hard antisemitic is capable of discerning that modern culture was a plot by the Masons to undermine the Pope's authority. This is the wisdom communicated by a man who is still bragging about his elevated reading competency in the second grade.
It beggers belief that the magic words "this is seriously non-pc" can still get some people's juices trickling with anticipation that some profoundly secret and subversive truth is about to be divulged by a prophet of stalwart conservatism. It's like you walk up to a door on which someone has taped a sign that reads, "Warning. What's Inside is Seriously Non-P.C." When you bravely venture in to discover what awful secret is contained, you find that somebody has scrawled "ILLUMINATUS" across the wall in his own faeces.