Jenny Reads This! Now You Do Too!

Ok, this used to be up on our website but I think it's gone, so I'm recreating one of the best discoveries of my life. Again.

One time I was in the village, and I was waiting for a long time, so I decided to go to a bookstore across the street. As I am fond of poets such as William Carlos Williams, and other "imagists", I decided to take a plunge with GEORGES BATAILLE, a poet who is french and dead. Sounds perfect, right? Right, but if by "perfect" you mean "crazy AND perfect", then you are double-right. Here are, FOR REAL, some of the poems that I encountered. If I've already posted this before then you're LUCKY that you get to read it again because...
"The poetry of Bataille is definately the poetry of a philosopher...[one who] believed that poetry was a mode by which one could actually transcend nature and become a Zarathustrian superman."--Mark Spitzer

oh, really? yeah? ok. well, Mark Spitzer, you take the high road, and I'll take the low road and Georges Bataille can take the "insane road", and you can quote me on THAT.
LAUGHING

To laugh and laugh
at the sun
at the nettles
at the pebbles
at the ducks

at the rain
at the pope's pee
at mommy
and a coffin full of shit.

No, really. REALLY.

GRIEF

Grief
grief
grief
oh grief
oh grief
oh my tears of sap
my saffron dick

oh to pull down my pants
and piss myself.

Lots of love,
Jenny