Harold Pinter British playwright and poet has won the Nobel Prize for Literature. The citation reads as,
“who in his plays uncovers the precipice under everyday prattle and forces entry into oppression’s closed rooms”
Uhhh….what?
Michelle Malkin highlights some of Pinters poetry.
American Football
Hallelullah!
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.We blew the shit right back up their own ass
And out their fucking ears.It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!Hallelullah.
Praise the Lord for all good things.We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.Praise the Lord for all good things.
We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.We did it.
Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.
Hmmm…Michelle notes that the poem “…is satirising, through language that is deliberately violent, obscene, sexual and celebratory, the military triumphalism that followed the Gulf War and, at the same time, counteracting the stage-managed euphemisms through which it was projected on television”. I guess Pinter hasn’t been to a British soccer or rugby match (yes, yes I get it that Pinter is calling Gulf War I American Football because he thought it was horribly violent like American football games).
