Kristen Stewart wrote a poem. And it's as amazing as you imagined.

During an interview with Marie Claire magazine, Kristen Stewart recited a poem, which she declared "embarrassing," yet also allowed to be printed. As I always say, if you want to be embarrassed, you might as well do it in international publications. Be subtle.

The poem and article can be read in its entirety at Marie Claire. For now, here's the poem:


My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole

I reared digital moonlight
You read its clock, scrawled neon
across that black
Kismetly … ubiquitously crest fallen
Thrown down to strafe your foothills...
I'll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive
organ pumps
Spray painted everything known to man,
Stream rushed through and all out into
Something
Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck
Through our windows boarded up
He hit your flint face and it sparked.
And I bellowed and you parked
We reached Marfa.

One honest day up on this freedom pole
Devils not done digging
He's speaking in tongues all along the
pan handle

And this pining erosion is getting dust in
My eyes
And I'm drunk on your morsels
And so I look down the line
Your every twitch hand drum salute
Salutes mine...


As she describes in Marie Claire, "I like being able to hit on something, like, 'There it is.' I don't want to sound so fucking utterly pretentious … but after I write something, I go, 'Holy fuck, that's crazy.' It's the same thing with acting: If I do a good scene, I'm always like, 'Whoa, that's really dope.'"

I believe that's the exact same reaction William Faulkner had after writing The Sound and the Fury. "Whoa, that's really dope."




photo: Reuters