A tossed salad of poetry, art and ideas.
“They are always asking a writer why he does not write like somebody else, or a painter why he does not paint like somebody else, quite oblivious of the fact that if either of them did anything of the kind he would cease to be an artist.” — Oscar Wilde
Bob Monahan’s poetry is playful and original, in the e.e.cummings and Ogden Nash family. If he wrote stories (and he might, I just don’t know) he would probably be comparable to James Thurber.
This piece is from his little book of creative verse titled Asterisk*.
It’s good to be part robot
You can still pass for a human,
but you have the brain
of a super-computer,
and the strength of an ox.
You can do almost anything.
Why wouldn’t you take over
the world? As cliche as it sounds,
why not at least try to rule
the world? Unless you’re satisfied
with a bit of regional recognition,
the respect of your peers,
and a fist full of cash.
Cuz you can always
be a singer in a rock band.
*Bob Monahan is till alive. If you want to drop in on him, make sure you bring some Richard Brautigan he hasn’t read yet.