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[Anonymous No.4636371]

>poems about social injustice

[Anonymous No.4636380]

>>4636371

>SLAM poetry about social justice....

[Anonymous No.4636378]

>>4636371
>poems about ducks

[Anonymous No.4636389]

>>4636380
>ellipsis at the end of a finished sentence

[Anonymous No.4636394]

>>4636389

Actually "slam poetry about social justice" is a sentence FRAGMENT

[Anonymous No.4636396]

>>4636380
>Eurythmy about social injustice.

[Anonymous No.4636628]

>>4636394
Come on and slam and welcome to the jam
Come on and slam, if you wanna jam

Hey you, watchagonna do
Hey you, watcha gonna do
Hey you, watcha gonna do
Hey you, watcha gonna do

Just work that body, work that body
Make sure you don't hurt no body
Get wild and lose your mind
Take this thing into over-time

Everybody get up, it's time to slam now
We got a real jam goin' down
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here's your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam, alright

Wave your hands in the air if you feel fine
We're gonna take it into overtime
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here's your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam, alright

C'mon it's time to get hype say, "Whoop, there it is"
C'mon all the fellas say, "Whoop, there it is"
C'mon one time for the ladies say, "Whoop, there it is"
Now all the fellas say, "Whoop, there it is"

C'mon and run, baby run
C'mon, C'mon, do it, run baby run
Yeah, you want a hoop, so shoot, baby shoot
Yeah, it's time to hook, so shoot, baby shoot baby

C'mon and slam, and welcome to the jam
C'mon and slam, if you wanna jam
C'mon and slam, and welcome to the jam
C'mon and slam, if you wanna jam

Slam, Bam, thank you ma'am
Get on the floor and jam
OCD on the microphone
Girl, you got me in a zone

C'mon, c'mon and start the game
Break it down, tell me your name
We the team, I'm the coach
Let's dance all night from coast to coast

Just slide, from left to right
Just slide, yourself enlight
You see me, drop the base
3-1-1 all in your face

Jam on it, let's have some fun
Jam on it, one on one
You want the, "O" and I give you the "D"
So c'mon baby just jam for me

Everybody get up, it's time to slam now
We got a real jam goin' down
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here's your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam, alright

Wave your hands in the air if you feel fine
We're gonna take it into overtime
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here's your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam, alright

Hey ladie, yeah
Y'all ready stop? No
Y'all wanna know why? Why?
'Cuz it's a Slam Jam

Fellas, yeah
Y'all ready to stop, no
Y'all wanna know why? Why?
It's time to Slam Jam

Everybody get up, it's time to slam now
We got a real jam goin' down
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here's your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam, alright

Wave your hands in the air if you feel fine
We're gonna take it into overtime
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here's your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam, alright

C'mon, everybody say, "Nah nah nah nah nah"
C'mon, C'mon let me hear you say, "Hey ey ey O"
C'mon, C'mon everybody, "Nah nah nah nah nah"
Just take the time to say "Hey ey ey O"

Check it out, check it out, y'all ready for this? You know it
Nah, y'all ain't ready, y'all ready for this? You know it
C'mon check it out, y'all ready to jam? You know it
Nah, I, I don't think so, y'all ready to jam? You know it
C'mon

[Anonymous No.4636793]

>>4636394
sentence fragment is also a sentence fragment

[Anonymous No.4636821]

>poems about the musings of the bourgeoisie on chocolate and wine and flowers in spring

[Anonymous No.4636823]

>>4636821
>ever saying "bourgeoisie" derisively

[Anonymous No.4636840]

>>4636823
>not realizing it connotes mediocre, bland and unexciting

>not realizing it's actually a pejorative for this in France and that's the reason it's used that way by intellectuals

>being too stupid to think about why people say "bourgeoisie" instead of middle-class or upper middle class or yuppie or upper class.

[Anonymous No.4636847]

>>4636840
>defending yourself against a concise, well-targeted criticism by spamming eighty three irrelevant nothings and hoping it's misconstrued for a rebuttal
>ever saying "bourgeoisie" derisively

[Anonymous No.4636850]

>>4636847
>not realizing that the French language is nuanced as fuck

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jouissance

[Anonymous No.4636852]

>complaining about SJ

[Anonymous No.4636855]

>>4636850
>being french and/or caring about the french in the fifth republic

[Anonymous No.4636860]

>>4636855
>not caring about postmodern theory or philosophy

[Anonymous No.4636866]

>>4636860
>caring about postmodernism
>>>/hell/

[Anonymous No.4636871]

>>4636866
>living in the middle ages and worshiping Aristotle

[Anonymous No.4636874]

>>4636871
>somehow living after the current, modern era
>worshiping navel-gazing surrealists

[Anonymous No.4636875]

>>4636874
>surrealism
>postmodern

[Anonymous No.4636886]

>>4636860
>frenchfag/frenchaboo
>unironically citing postmodernism

[Anonymous No.4636917]

>>4636886
http://foucault.info/documents/disciplineandpunish/foucault.disciplineandpunish.panopticism.html

>only reading properly "aged" social thought and philosphy

[Anonymous No.4637017]

>Books written by women

[Anonymous No.4637020]

There's too much green text in this thread, my eyes hurt.

[Anonymous No.4637024]

>poem uses nature as a metaphor for sex

[Anonymous No.4637028]

>>4637024
You saying Homer sucks m8?

[Anonymous No.4638379]

>>4637028
>poems still using the same metaphors as those over two millennium old

[Anonymous No.4638417]

>>4637028
egs?

[Anonymous No.4638419]

>>4636917
>linking to Foucault to defend yourself

good lord

[Anonymous No.4638433]

>>4636840
What it means in French is practically irrelevant to what it means in English since it has for quite some time been the go-to word in left-wing cant for a social class, rather than something "mediocre, bland and unexciting."

[Anonymous No.4638446]

>>4636371
>Implying

[Anonymous No.4638624]

>>4636871


>not worshiping aristotle

[Anonymous No.4638639]

Sunday, October 29, 2006
Assommons les Pauvres!
"Assommons les Pauvres!" [or, "Let's Beat Up the Poor!"]

a prose poem by Charles Baudelaire; translated from the French by Edward K. Kaplan.

'For two weeks I had shut myself up in my room, and I had surrounded myself with the books fashionable at that time (sixteen or seventeen years ago); I speak of books dealing with the art of making nations happy, wise, and rich, in twenty-four hours. I had thus digested -- swallowed, I mean -- all the ramblings of all those managers of public happiness -- of those who advise all the poor to become slaves, and those who persuade them that they are all dethroned kings. -- It will not be considered surprising that I was then in a state of mind bordering on vertigo or idiocy.

Yet I thought that I sensed, shut deep within my intellect, the dim seed of an idea better than all the old wives' formulas I had recently perused in the encyclopedia. But it was only the idea of an idea, something infinitely hazy.

Then I went out quite thirsty. For a passionate craving for shoddy books begets a proportional need for the open air and refreshments.

[Anonymous No.4638642]

>>4638639
As I was about to enter a tavern, a beggar held out his hat, with one of those unforgettable looks that would topple thrones, if mind could move matter, and if a hypnotist's eyes could ripen grapes.

At the same time, I heard a voice whispering in my ear, a voice I knew well; the voice of a good Angel, or of a good Demon, who accompanies me everywhere. Since Socrates had his good Demon, why shouldn't I have my good Angel, why shouldn't I have the honor, like Socrates, of acquiring my certificate of insanity, signed by the insightful Lelut and the sagacious Baillarger?

The difference between the Demon of Socrates and my own is that his would appear to him only to forbid, warn, suggest, and persuade. That poor Socrates had only a prohibitive demon; mine is a great approver, mine is a Demon of action, or Demon of combat.

This is what its voice whispered to me: "He alone is equal to another, if he proves it, and he alone is worthy of freedom, if he can conquer it."
mmediately, I pounced on the beggar. With a single punch, I shut one eye, which became, in a second, as big as a ball. I broke one of my nails smashing two of his teeth, and since I didn't feel strong enough to beat up the old man quickly, having been born fragile and not well trained in boxing, with one hand I grabbed him by the collar of his outfit, and I gripped his throat with the other, and I began vigorously to bounce his head against a wall. I should admit that beforehand I had examined the surroundings with a glance, and I had ascertained that in that deserted suburb, for a long enough time, I was beyond the reach of any policeman.

Having next, with a kick directed to his back, forceful enough to break his shoulder blades, floored that weakened sexagenarian, I grabbed a big tree branch lying on the ground, and I beat him with the obstinate energy of cooks trying to tenderize a beefsteak.
Suddenly, -- Oh miracle! Oh delight of the philosopher who verifies the excellence of his theory! -- I saw that antique carcass turn over, straighten up with a force I would never have suspected in a machine so peculiarly unhinged. And, with a look of hatred that seemed to me a good omen, the decrepit bandit flung himself on me, blackened both my eyes, broke four of my teeth, and, with the same tree branch beat me to a pulp. -- By my forceful medication, I had thus restored his pride and his life.

Then, I made a mighty number of signs to make him understand that I considered the debate settled, and getting up with the self-satisfaction of a Stoic sophist, I told him, "Sir, you are my equal! Please do me the honor of sharing my purse. And remember, if you are a true philanthropist, you must apply to all your colleagues, when they seek alms, the theory I had the pain to test upon your back."

He indeed swore that he had understood my theory, and that he would comply with my advice.'

[Anonymous No.4638649]

>>4638433
It's the mediocre, bland and unexciting class.