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You know how with ordinary poetry you feel like you've failed unless you fully pull apart all the shades and meanings the author has embedded within? With flarf you feel lucky when you find anything inside that makes much sense at all. Like Dada, but less artistic.

Yes, it's supposed to be bad. So is MST3K. I know we already have that site that chronicles bad teen angst poetry by oh-so-ironic and self-deprecating current hipster poets, but it makes me so happy to find something that's more like camp, only less cool.

It's so wonderful when you find something that, probably purely accidentally, is lucid. Like in this snippet from "Nerf Land", a bizarre teenage-girl-ish musing on what it means to be "presidential":

Having little nerf land 10 ft away then hearing someone
yelling "your hit! your hit!" from 50 ft away is sooo presidential .
It just causes people to make money [which is obviously all
they want to do, they are a business ––

theyre maikin fun of fat ppl then tellin them to use
theyre product its not gay just really presidential]

YO dude . . my friend just fucking oded for the 4th fucking time . . .
this time on some flintstone vitamins . . . my friend is sooo presidential

Or with more of an edge in "Some Major Flaws in Evolutionary Theory" (this one concerning rhetoric):

I simply must state a counter point, balls on YOUR face
I happen to agree that you are a fucktard

...

at this point, a "startling discovery" would be
all the horrors that life will inflict upon you

this is where I bitch and slowly go crazy
that's the norm in New England

Of course no one dares put their name on this crap. Beautiful utter crap. Flarf. Wear it like a brand.

And if you already knew about this three years ago... oh go away. This is my masturbation corner.