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  • club_antipoets 44w

    Whats it like to walk carrying molten iron between your thighs-

    What the fuck is wrong with the society?

    An artpiece made of rape fluids-

    Is that how you paint brothels?

    Well some statements are made bold and some weak, but some are made to make you transparent-

    Read the revolutionary statement how art breeds in vulgar gazes and tuberculosis coughs and shameless pains-

    Feel how a sting in tail feels, read the poem by our clubmate Mithi ( @accismus ) on our instagram page (link in bio)

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    .....A child comes running and announces,
    "Someone dropped their erection in the hallway!"
    His ma pulls him by the ear. 
    All is indifferent. 
    They sip tea, sip tea.....

    ( An excerpt from the poem )

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    Sting In The Tail

    (Series: Antipoets' Prologues)

  • club_antipoets 44w

    What words you can make with juggling the letters of ART-

    TAR
    RAT

    you see these are not beautiful words. Coz these words happen to be in our body before we juggle them by squeezing us harsh, to sweat- ART.

    What happens when these two, like a stone on our heart, or like a gnoseological deadjam on tongue, stir us-

    What happens prior to we become ART, a he(art)burn indeed--

    Read the poem by our clubmate Neha ( @dusky_dawn ) on our instagram page (link in bio)

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    ....They say "I suppress the art to impress"
    I say "I suppress. I compress so it'll disappear
    I undress the art in it's lowest form
    & Keep on undressing it until it reaches. 
    The throat which gulped the martini blue. 
    I shut my mouth up.....

    (An excerpt from the poem)

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    HE(ART)BURN

    (Series: Antipoets' Prologues)

  • club_antipoets 45w

    Wisdom is a conformist thing- when a man is peeing against the wind the liquid is bound to splatter back on him- And witnessing this the wise men will call it a "stupid risk".

    Wisdom conforms our stupidity. While poems, what they do? Do they confirm the redness of roses? Do they confirm the pain of death? - No.

    Poems do beyond mere exploration and go anti (conformism). But whats the process of breeding retard babies?

    Read the step by step guide poem by our clubmate Satyam ( @lines_of_coke ) on our instagram page (link in bio).

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    ....when I feel like I want 
    another child 
    I go to a cemetery-

    and I choose the 
    best looking grave
    to excrete on

    my anti-conformist
    bullshit-for-your-
    bullshit 

    diarrhoea....

    (An excerpt from the poem)

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    My Art Of Breeding Retard Babies

    ( Series: Antipoets' Prologues )

  • club_antipoets 45w

    What art is to you? How it comes to you? When the evening falls on your knees all orange and disc lights revolving you round and round, do you juggle art in your mind?

    Well, stand still and read on the rocks our clubmate Merusri ( @meru_mukh ) on our instagram page (link in bio).

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    .....where my art resides,
    my Bohemian sanctum.
    A dollar's worth of glory in grief,
    a spirited laugh, a silly beef;
    art is nothing to me
    but the blend in nothingness,
    in a hundred ways,
    unleashed....

    (excerpt form the poem)

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    The B(art)ender Nights

    (Series: Antipoets' Prologues)

  • club_antipoets 45w

    What Nietzsche meant when he had said that all great men must wear terrifying masks?

    What lies behind the mask?

    Ain't the mask we put on is our true self, and our inner self is just a repressed version of our masks? Coz in fiction, lies the factual truth.

    And what in all these self explorations, A fil(l/t)er of anonymity means.... find out-

    Read thet poem written by our clubmate Fox ( @thefoxisdead ) on our instagram page (link in bio) .

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    "...nobody in the tiny history
    of mankind,
    felt the same, after
    taking a glance
    at that empty blackboard,
    nor did you,
    and, you gradually felt different,
    as if, you didn't belong
    and I wouldn't deny,
    you never did belong.."

    (An excerpt from the poem)


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    The Fil(l/t)er Of Anonymity

    (Series: Antipoets' Prologues)

  • club_antipoets 46w

    What sound it makes when a muse hits a poets' brain? Is it not the same sound that when a reader gets hit by the poem?

    What madness the poet goes in the process of composition? Is it not the decomposition a reader goes while reading the poem?

    Well! Find out!

    Read the full poem on our instagram account (link in bio)

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    "You will see,
    When you will see me no more
    Except when I become
    my brush strokes
    Or the meter or clefs
    Or perhaps
    the verses or cadence
    Or maybe my colors
    tingling your scalp."

    -An excerpt from the poem "Unraveling" composed by our clubmate Mahima ( @folded_letters ) .

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    Unraveling

    ( Series: Antipoets' Prologues )

  • club_antipoets 46w

    Read, A staple sustenance diet of poetry; Read a breeze of discomforting resonance; Read a silent ocean raging underneath the green surface.

    Read-

    On big dark living times
    outcast walls screaming
    ' Art! Art! Art! '

    Read the poem our clubmate Mukta ( @countablyinfinite ) on our instagram page (link in bio) .

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    Art; Self And What Ma Is Unaware Of

    ( Series: Antipoets' Prologues )

  • club_antipoets 46w

    A conversational poetry between a poet and a reader, touching every aspect of the craftmanship as well as the readership. A two-faced sword.

    Read the poem "Sent-Received" by our clubmate Vasu ( @proper_noun ) on our instagram page (link in bio).

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    Sent-Recieved

    (Series: Antipoets' Prologues)

  • club_antipoets 46w

    "Fly or fall .
    It all starts from an F. 
    And towards the end I wonder,
    Why it doesn't buy attention 
    If not F-ed up ."

    Read the poem "Ugh" by our clubmate Krish ( @___7___ ) on our instagram page (link in bio).

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    " Ugh!! "

    (Series: Antipoets' Prologues)

  • club_antipoets 47w

    "Surgery with no anesthesia
    Yes thats what a poem is like"

    Read the poem "WAR OF WORDS" by our clubmate Gaurav ( @pen_and_paper ) on our instagram page (link in bio). ❤

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    WAR OF WORDS

    ( Series: Antipoets' Prologues )