Mentoring

Julian Schwinger (1918-1994)


Think carefully before taking me on
, young man. Push me and I’ll jam this pen into your eyeball so far that you’ll be reading my last novel in your nightmares. Fuck with me, and I’ll fuck with your future hard enough that you’ll still feel my dick in your ass 30 years from now when you’re sitting in your cubicle, cold-calling old ladies to try and sell them storm windows.
The stink from your story isn’t the sweet bouquet of a rose, it’s the stench washed from a urinal puck by a diabetic drunkard. Quit wasting my time with “art” and give me some grit!

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This poem is part of a series of works inspired by the Smithsonian Institution’s photo archive, made publicly available on Flickr. If you would like to, choose an image from their collection and create something – be it prose, poetry, audio, or visual art – inspired by it, and send it to snakeoilcure [at] gmail [dot] com.

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