"This is our gang.
We can write, and read,
and see right
through.
Cross us, and we will make
a well-written mincemeat
out of you."
Cookie Superior
Cookie Superior was the
leader
of a girl gang of
readers,
A group of brainy
misfits,
Beautiful,
Furious, and
Intellect-curious,
Who roamed the halls
of the library
city
In search of things
to learn.
“The books that the world calls
immoral are books that show
the world its own shame.”
Oscar Wilde
There was Cookie,
There was
Peril,
There was Sheryl,
There was Singer,
There was Pearl,
There was Flow,
There was Carolyn
the song-bringer,
There was Retro, Rad,
and Snow,
There was Flower,
There was
Glow,
But Cookie was the
leader
They were a magnet
to be reckoned
with;
they were
Book birds,
to a cheerleader.
"When did thinking not become entertaining?"
Bill Hicks
Known as
"The Hottie Literati,"
Cookie and her crew
met in secret,
often skipping
class,
sneaking poems
through the hallways,
reading books
behind the gymnasium,
or underneath the bleachers,
while their classmates
huffed the ignoromic
glue of gender
studies
in the
mandatory factory
of fabricated
clowns.
"An intellectual says a simple thing
in a hard way. An artist says a
hard thing in a simple way."
Charles Bukowski
Cookie Superior
was an English
major
in the army,
A rank of some
distinction,
And she smuggled
real books
into her
brains
when her teachers weren't
looking:
Hemingway, and
Steinbeck,
Hawthorne and the
crowd,
Shakespeare,
even Milton,
Blake, of
course,
and Wilde,
Foreign authors
too;
she could speak at
length
about the racism
inherent in
Márquez,
and wasn't afraid to
acknowledge his genius
anyway
They read Kerouac,
and Keats
(though they tended to skip
the Beats),
Parker, Plath, and
Lessing,
O'Connor,
Angelou, and
Melville,
Fitzgerald,
Twain and Poe,
Hermann Hesse,
and
Vonnegut,
"because," she said, "we
Wannaget
a real education."
“No one yet has managed to be
post-Shakespearean.”
Harold Bloom
Cookie and the crew
sometimes attended
poetry slams
to unwind and laugh
their heads
off,
So utterly remedial
and dominated
as they were
by fake
Anarchists,
and bi-aggressive
midwits
Whose preferred method
of achieving
climax
Was a professed
cornerstone
Of their wannabe
identity,
Outing themselves,
unwittingly as
usual,
As anti-interesting
bigots;
Cookie and the crew
would laugh
At the artless, mean
"expression," the
ridiculous,
Unrighteous indignation,
the obligatory duck
tape on a
banjo,
The tired themes of punk
compliance,
And the insecure,
appropriated
Haircuts,
stolen from the men.
"Tolerating the distortion of history
is the first step toward tolerating
humiliation in real life."
Ai Weiwei
"All these chicks are angry,"
Cookie said,
"because they think it sets them
free,"
And Pearl and Glow and Snow all
nodded,
While the others climbed a
tree
To get away from the
masquerade of
lesbians,
And feed confetti
to the stars.
"They're called poems, but in reality they're lines
given to me to hang on to."
John Trudell
"Oh stars of bright
confetti," sang
Carolyn,
"buried in the breeze,
you are the word seed
of the seas,
Upon which,
we,
the book birds
feed;
Who will sow the smoking
weed?
Who will supplant
the stupid
seed?
Who will blow the wind,
that we may
bleed?
And who will
teach
these prideful, preachy
animals
To read?"
"We are crossing through life on the
train of death seeing how progress
is putting an end to people."
Facundo Cabral
Cookie Superior
and the Hottie Literati
graduated from the vacuum factory
with their hearts and minds
intact
They became what God
intended them to
become
Not defined by what they
lack
Unencumbered by the
dumb
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