Actual poem written by Kanye

McDonalds Man
McDonalds Man
The French Fries Had A Plan
The French Fries Had A Plan
The Salad Bar And The Ketchup Made A Band
Cus The French Fries Had A Plan
The French Fries Had A Plan
McDonalds Man
McDonalds
I Know Them French Fries Had A Plan
I Know Them French Fries Had A Plan
The Cheeseburger And The Shakes Formed A Band
To Overthrow The French Fries Plan
I Always Knew Them French Fries Was Evil Man
Smelling All Good And Shit
I Don’t Trust No Food That Smells That Good Man
I Don’t Trust It I Can’t
McDonalds Man
McDonalds Man
McDonalds Damn
Them French Fries Look Good Tho
I Knew The Diet Coke Was Jealous Of The Fries
I Knew The Diet Coke Was Jealous Of The Fries
Even The McRib Was Jealous Of The Fries
I could See It Through His Artificial Meat Eyes
And He Only Be There Some Of The Time
Everybody Was Jealous Of Them French Fries
Except For That One Special Guy
That Smooth Apple Pie


Honestly how can you not love this guy

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He's a retard, but it's to be expected

Reply to this post or your mother dies.

fugg

This picture is the most cancerous fucking thing I've ever seen

literal autistic savant

Alt-right poetry sounds like it'd read so cringey and neckbeard-esque.

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>Bring back the KKK
>Livin in a White USA
>Shoot all the blacks spics and gays
>God Emperor will make it all OK

Here ya go

>kendrick lamar and sylvia plath are slam poets
>allen ginsburg is a 'popular music lyricist'
>classical philosophy is relevant subject matter for poetry in the modern era

this is a meme post and even /lit/ knows it

Savant implies he has a talent

>idea drawn from French psueds
>implying /lit/ collectively doesn't want to suck Rimbaud's cock

This is what happens when you tell niggers that they are our equals.

WOW. You truly did read poetry of canon to inspire such profound and masterful poetry.

>right wing poetry
>anachronistic, boring, conventional, faux-arty

Why is the right wing shit on the left side and the left wing shit on the right side.

This is fucking with my head.

WRITERS: West de Homem-Christo Bangalter Jones Young Rutberg Wasalu Muhammad Jaco Sakiya Sandifer Dean Watkins
PRODUCERS: West Daft Punk Gesaffelstein BrodinskiDean Lupe Fiasco No I.D. Jack Donoghue Noah Goldstein

JUST for contrast:
An actual poem written by Michael Ondaatje

Ode To A Sad Daughter

All night long the hockey pictures
gaze down at you
sleeping in your tracksuit.
Belligerent goalies are your ideal.
Threats of being traded
cuts and wounds
--all this pleases you.
O my god! you say at breakfast
reading the sports page over the Alpen
as another player breaks his ankle
or assaults the coach.

When I thought of daughters
I wasn't expecting this
but I like this more.
I like all your faults
even your purple moods
when you retreat from everyone
to sit in bed under a quilt.
And when I say 'like'
I mean of course 'love'
but that embarrasses you.
You who feel superior to black and white movies
(coaxed for hours to see Casablanca)
though you were moved
by Creature from the Black Lagoon.

One day I'll come swimming
beside your ship or someone will
and if you hear the siren
listen to it. For if you close your ears
only nothing happens. You will never change.

I don't care if you risk
your life to angry goalies
creatures with webbed feet.
You can enter their caves and castles
their glass laboratories. Just
don't be fooled by anyone but yourself.

This is the first lecture I've given you.
You're 'sweet sixteen' you said.
I'd rather be your closest friend
than your father. I'm not good at advice
you know that, but ride
the ceremonies
until they grow dark.

Sometimes you are so busy
discovering your friends
I ache with loss
--but that is greed.
And sometimes I've gone
into my purple world
and lost you.

...continued below...

...continued...

One afternoon I stepped
into your room. You were sitting
at the desk where I now write this.
Forsythia outside the window
and sun spilled over you
like a thick yellow miracle
as if another planet
was coaxing you out of the house
--all those possible worlds!--
and you, meanwhile, busy with mathematics.

I cannot look at forsythia now
without loss, or joy for you.
You step delicately
into the wild world
and your real prize will be
the frantic search.
Want everything. If you break
break going out not in.
How you live your life I don't care
but I'll sell my arms for you,
hold your secrets forever.

If I speak of death
which you fear now, greatly,
it is without answers.
except that each
one we know is
in our blood.
Don't recall graves.
Memory is permanent.
Remember the afternoon's
yellow suburban annunciation.
Your goalie
in his frightening mask
dreams perhaps
of gentleness.

Michael Ondaatje

I eat a mango and I'm feeling like a little honey can roll
Star fruit so simple and I'm feeling like a little honey can roll
How could I feel so so when I'm feeling like a little honey can roll
Tart but not total and I'm feeling like a little honey can roll

When I was young I thought fruit was an infinite thing
I'd be sad to wake up and find all of my cherries are charred or they're rotted to ruin

It seems we all can't last
Oh pink lady your days so distinguished are a movement so fluid
So smooth against my palm
Reminisce of the days when they all praised your sweet red delicious

When a farmer picks a good thing (when you think you don't know you don't know what comes next)
Then a kid he picks a good thing (When you think you don't know you don't know what comes next)
Then a chef she makes a good thing (When you think you don't know you don't know what comes next)
Then a mayor eats a good thing (When you think you don't know you don't know what comes next)

Ripe and whole we can move outside us
Ripe and whole we can move outside us

Take for me take for me pictures of valleys with lemons hung
Dangling dangling they will be released every little piece does make a one
Brown on the ground can you show me a way I can simplify
Comfort me comfort me after the battles and sleepless nights

I'm just a rush
Rush to blow upon the fire
You're just a rush
Rush to blow open my mind

I eat a mango and I'm feeling like a little honey can roll
Star fruit so simple and I'm feeling like a little honey can roll
How could I feel so so when I'm feeling like a little honey can roll
Tart but not total and I'm feeling like a little honey can roll

When I want fruit I can find it wherever I please
What if I should wake up and find dudes on the street waiting in lines or scrounging for berries?

I'm losing things so fast
One day maybe I'll have a cool kid with a granny but I don't have a pose for applesauce on clothes
Reminisce of the days when my mom made it all seem delicious

When a farmer picks a good thing (when you think you don't know you don't know what comes next)
Then a kid he picks a good thing (When you think you don't know you don't know what comes next)
Then a chef she makes a good thing (When you think you don't know you don't know what comes next)
Then a mayor eats a good thing (When you think you don't know you don't know what comes next)

Ripe and whole we can move outside us
Ripe and whole we can move outside us

Take for me take for me pictures of valleys with lemons hung
Dangling dangling they will be released every little piece does make a one
Brown on the ground can you show me a way I can simplify
Comfort me comfort me after the battles and sleepless nights

I'm just a rush
Rush to blow upon the fire
You're just a rush
Rush to blow open my mind

Why should I rush, rush to blow upon the fire
Why do I rush, rush to blow upon the fire

One the eagle
Two the Nobel
Three the lizard
Four the sole

My mate's English Professor in Cambridge has written a paper on Dylan's lyricism and poetry as being equal to Shakespeare's, so this is a load of shit

Which one? I often move in elite circles so I'd like to know which Cambridge professors are morons

My dick
is hard
They call me
The bard

The one who's also the leading expert in T.S. Eliot.

k

The Eliot experts are at Oxford, nice try though

not even trying anymore

He was also the professor of poetry at Oxford until as recently as 2009, nice try though.

Actually, I have to fess up, I'm not the original user who wrote the Cambridge post. I thought he was talking about Christopher Ricks for some reason, who was indeed the Professor of Poetry at Oxford, is one of the leading experts on Eliot AND has written at least one book about Dylan's poetic abilities.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christopher_Ricks

Actual poetry!
Step right up and read something worthwhile - it just might touch you!
Step right up!!

And now you're nowhere to be found when you've been btfo.

>Dylan's lyricism and poetry as being equal to Shakespeare's

oh lordy mfw

enjoy your ban

>you're not spending your life waiting for and immediately responding my replies, so you've been BTFO by my post that accidentally admits Ricks is no longer a professor at Cambridge and you were right all along
huh. Well take your imaginary victory if it makes you feel better, I can see facts have no relevance here

ROCK AND ROLL MCDONALDS

i hate you

youtube.com/watch?v=zh942B0QmRU

if dubs your mom dies

That wasn't what I was arguing though, as I've already said, I wasn't the user who made the original post. You said you wanted to know the name of the critic/professor so you could ignore him as the shitty critic/professor he is and I provided proof as to otherwise.

And the link doesn't "accidentally" admit Ricks is no longer at Cambridge, I left as much about in my post without the link.

>>classical philosophy is relevant subject matter for poetry in the modern era

do you not read

reroll

;_;

>the stale musings of antiquated farts are more relevant to modern-day civilisation than the centuries of knowledge and thought which was built upon their basic ideas

do you read? because last I checked, men are not featherless bipeds. Nor are they featherless bipeds with broad flat nails. I really hope you're not the type of delusional retard who thinks no intellectual progress has been made in the last two thousand years

This has to be bait. There's no way /lit/ is this retarded.

fugg off

>all those triggered lefties

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>right-wing is on the left and left-wing is on the right
fucking embryo-tier mistake

This is what happens when he doesn't have a team of writers helping him.

he's a fucking genius

mixcloud.com/musfra/66mix/
..50 year anniversary music

pls stop shilling your playlist in every thread

All this tells me is that /lit/ thinks poetry died a long time ago instead of evolving. Idk. I don't know any art form that has ever behaved that way.

Poetry is still being written, but not by the retards on the right of that pic

m-muh secret poetry club is being invaded by those stupid LIB-TARDS! >:( better show them i mean business with this angry pepe I found

Just like classical and jazz are still being made, but on the whole there's a lot more relevant and exciting music being made now.

As a former long-term /lit/ard, lit is retarded. If you know anything about poetry, it's clear that rap music isn't even poetry.

Not in genre music like rock, pop and hip-hop. All of the most interesting "art music" being made today would still be called "classical"

modern art music fucking sucks, honestly. the last good genre of classical was minimalism.

this shit we've got now--spectralism, sonorism, futurism, indeterminacy, whatever--it's barely even music, it's more like sound art, because it isn't being made with the intention of being enjoyed by listening, it's being made to test the boundaries of audio technology and sound in general.

That isn't even the shit we've got now, but what was being done decades ago. Try again.

this poem confirms it
kanye west is the genious of our time

then what the fuck is being done now?

/lit/ loves Sylvia Plath

Lotsa stuff. It's always hard to put a name to "movements" that are going on currently, but there are plenty of great composers of recent generations.

examples? not trying to be condescending, I'm genuinely curious. I want to hear post-2000s composers who don't sound like irritating noise, because that's almost exclusively what I've found so far.

As for minute joys: as I was saying: do you realize the illicit sensuous delight I get from picking my nose? I always have, ever since I was a child–there are so many subtle variations of sensation. A delicate, pointed-nailed fifth finger can catch under dry scabs and flakes of mucous in the nostril and draw them out to be looked at, crumbled between fingers, and flicked to the floor in minute crusts. Or a heavier, more determined forefinger can reach up and smear down-and-out the soft, resilient, elastic greenish-yellow smallish blobs of mucous, roll them round and jelly-like between thumb and forefinger, and spread them on the under surface of a desk or chair where they will harden into organic crusts. How many desks and chairs have I thus secretively befouled since childhood? Or sometimes there will be blood mingled with the mucous in dry brown scabs, or bright sudden wet red on the finger that scraped too rudely the nasal membranes. God, what a sexual satisfaction! It is absorbing to look with new sudden eyes on the old worn habits: to see a sudden luxurious and pestilential “snot green sea”, and shiver with the shock of recognition.

Wolfgang Rihm, John Luther Adams, Kaija Saariaho, Osvaldo Golijov, Thomas Ades

thanks. where do you find out about this stuff?

The classical music general here on Sup Forums.

I tried asking them about it once and got literally no replies.

Sorry I wasn't there to help.

>nationalism
true autism

Yeah, that's right! Refugees welcome, amiright?

Fuck off. Commie art gets a pass and they've killed way more than any nationalist.

Go suck a nigger's dick you little faggot. Get fucking raped in an alley.

Burger King guy
Burger King guy

Gimme them dollar nugs
Niggas about to die

Burger King guy

fuck off to infowars you cretin

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Sorry, I have no desire to buy water filters.
Now check out this beat I made.
youtube.com/watch?v=gkGLl0DtNf4

legendary
Ye continues to push the boundaries of art

Just WOW! Really makes you think....

What else can you expect from a "non-reader of books"?

Do you know how to read?

What is wrong with being proud of your country's history holy shit you can't have to be a racist to love where you came from

Oh look, it's this thread again.

this was ghost written by henry rollins

The ending was just golden.

kim is the french fries, kanye is the one special guy at the end.

obviously. you guys are dumb.

Why is Kim evil? and what was her plan? and who are the Salad Bar and the Ketchup? and the Cheeseburger and the Shakes?

and who is the Diet Coke? and the McRib?

>it's clear that rap music isn't even poetry.
explain

Who's dis

An Israeli soldier.

[Nas]
Mmm... Fried chicken, fly vixen
Give me heart disease but need you in my kitchen
You a bird but you ain't a ki'
Got wings but you can't fly away from me
Driving in your bucket seats
All the way from Kentucky to fuck with me
Look what you done to me, was number one to me
After you shower, you and your gold medal flour
Then you rub your hot oil for about a half an hour
You in your hot tub I'm looking at you salivatin'
Dry you off I got your paper towel waitin'
Lay you down cause you're red hot
Louisiana style you make my head rot
Then I flock to the bed then plop!
When we done I need rest
Don't know what part of you I love best
Your legs or your breast
Mrs. Fried Chicken, you gonna be a nigga death
Created by southern black women to serve massa' guest
You gonna be a nigga death
Mrs. Fried Chicken you was my addiction
Dripping with high cholest-
Like Greeks with his falafel, Italian with his to-mato pasta
What roti is to a rasta
Trapping me; You and your friend mac' and cheese
Candy yams, collard greens but you knocking me to my knees
It's killing me when I'm inside
Nothing I need more than a fish fry

[Busta Rhymes]
Shit, it taste good I can't lie
It's like you're walking out the tanning salon
When I pull you out the oven from baking I got you on my mind
Rubbing that sun tan lotion all up over your body
So amazing how you sparkle when I glaze you swine
Hey, my pretty HamHock
It's so feminine the way you submitted and how you gave me power
To massaging me to shower you with lemon water
Marinate you with seasoning and dipping you in chowder
Baby it's like you at the spa the way you gently lay in the pan
While enjoying your butter milk treatment
I sit and watch the grease sizzle bubbling on your skin
Despite the funny fragrance still I lick my finger frequent
In any event, I'm reflecting on all the signs
That I got saying that I shouldn't fuck with you
But the way you that you would taste made you hard to resist
When I put my mouth on you but that's another issue
Butterflies up in my stomach, when I laid eyes on you
Or was it infection manifesting
Confused over the feeling, impatiently eating you
Trichina worm chewing on the wall of my intestine
I'm a eat you until there's nothing left
Until my very last breath, you gonna be a nigga death
Despite I prepare it the best specialize in cooking swine as a chef
You gonna be a nigga death
Who cares if the swine is mixed with rat, cat and dog combined
Yes, I'm a eat the shit to death

Ain't that some shit
I'm a eat some shit until what I'm eating kills me
And I choose to do that, why?
Cause that's just what niggas do

>Brown people

Haha

holy fuck that is disgusting i really cant handle boogers
i mean its written nicely but ew

I bet you think postmodernism is more dangerous than liver cancer, human extinction, and the inner rings of hell combined.

>He's a retard, but it's to be expected
>And posting that photo

>I Always Knew Them French Fries Was Evil Man
>Smelling All Good And Shit
>I Don’t Trust No Food That Smells That Good Man
So why are people in this thread acting like they don't realize this is obviously tongue in cheek and supposed to be funny
Does this joke poem change his ability to compose pretty melodies, or produce innovative yet successful music that changes the pop music landscape?
I mean the guy has some terrible moments, and his behavior is inconsistent to say the least but that kind of makes it all more fun
Like in the ellen degeneres interview he's acting like a total drugged out spazz and in another he's calm and eloquent, and in an otherwise great song he'll drop this one completely abysmal line
I don't know, I mean I rarely ever dislike anyone so I don't really get why anyone would genuinely hate an artist or actively spread and showcase their dislike for them apart from normal, unaggressive criticism of their music
youtube.com/watch?v=fYwiR1kA7gI