Literal Litter

“Literal Litter”
10/15/07

Literature has become litter-ature.
Pages and pages of “Do we know what love truly is?” choke my environmentally friendly Norton to death with pseudo-intellectual Romanticism.
Novel after novel of “Society is unfair and I am full of dissent!” are compressed into a cube of rusted socially self-righteous experimental failure.
Verse after verse of “God is Great! All Praise He!” rot in the sun with the smell of metaphysical back-patting, ass-kissing rhetoric.
Poem after poem of “I am different! I don’t use punctuation! I defy tradition!” lies in a heap of modernized screaming, streaming, screeching speeches of speculation.

Literary trash.
Literal litter.
Literally the same thing, over and over again, pounded into my subconscious until I believe that love is never fully understood, communism is the one true economic system, God is great, and that my poem about cheese and tomato sandwiches is a masterpiece because it contains three hundred and twenty five exclamation points and each line contains only one letter.

Literature has become litter-ature and I am coughing up more paper balls.