Bravehost Poetry Review
Bravehost is quite brave. Gallivanting across the internet with rainbows in tow it spreads good poetry cheer to young girls and boys. This is perfectly fine appropriate poetry. America, nay the world, requires this sort of poetry. With the help of Bravehost selflessly working to bring poetry to the entire internet, on a platform left mostly unused, tens if not hundreds of internet users.
Joshua Clark uses multiplication tables to get his point across. A tongue paved with diamonds makes anyone’s day. Hearts can be walnuts. New York City smells like roasted walnuts over the holidays. This is the heart of New York City, the roasted walnuts lingering in the background. Infant terraformers are life; they shape lowly babies into big strong adults.
Joe Bussiere covers the photos of a young artist. The poor artist, Stephanie cooked up a word. Cooked words taste yummy. Kids eat them right up. Supporting creative endeavors emotionally is not the same thing as financial support. Hence the figure has quit. While there is an expectation of more work, of more output, the pull is there, the push is not. Ending with ‘I love you’ shows how conflicted people can be.
Nathan Masserang pisses in Wheaties. Of course this has been done before by one of the founding members of Vice Gavin McInnes. When Gavin lost the ‘hipster of the decade’ award he ate a bowl of his own piss and Wheaties. The taste is similar to regular Wheaties. Nathan’s taste in Wheaties is excellent. Would anybody be able to tell the difference between regular and urine-soaked Wheaties?
Laura Theobald sits in a chair. Every chair is a great experience. By Laura questioning the existence of mosquitoes she fails to realize the real purpose of mosquitoes: as little conduits to a big vampire.
Keith Higginbotham understands the importance of Velcro sinks. Rooftops need stars. Stars keep the rooftops feeling important when the sun goes away.
Austin Islam thinks of all the things. Grain alcohol left unused is a terrible thing indeed. When the world ends there will be enough alcohol. ‘Faygo up Pussy’ is a great movie. ‘Faygo up Pussy’ is the ‘Citizen Kane’ of faygo-related porn. Austin believes this is dehumanizing. Insane Clown Posse is not dehumanizing. Insane Clown Posse is just a band trying to make it the only way they can: through meaningless raps about necrophilia. Face marketability increases with age for young, supple Austin Islam. Austin Islam is the Texan babe of alt lit.
Joshua Clark mishears lyrics. It is better to ignore the meaning of lyrics. Most lyrics suck. A better idea is to capture the mood of the sound. With this one can better understand the bigger picture. Reality disappoints for most songs. Usually the listener thinks it is something smarter. That’s rarely the case. Objective reality is boring. Surreality, the world of dreams, of misheard words, is far more interesting.
Johnny Vulpine watches somebody wash their clothes. Clearly he isn’t doing much. The observed person knits with their own hair. Sure Johnny could do that with his long luxurious locks but he probably has non-human hair clothes.
Lauren Snowden describes the sun painting. Yes the sun uses a lot of color in its compositions. The sun is a realist. Besides the complicated painting the sun serves as a source of warmth drying off others with its radiant joy.
Adam Trawick calls the dandelion bourgeois. Bet the dandelion thinks of itself as a more proletarian flower. Good thing flowers don’t fight.
Part II commences in a mere moment. No single post could possibly capture the epic quality of this work.