For belonged rich poetry and good taste, vulgarity belonged to the poor. Then the two worlds eventually met through free expression, the emergence of the importance of public democracy. But the poor continued to be vulgar and rich listening to poetry. Then the blurring between social classes eventually dissolve, thanks to entertainment for all, once so clear outline of elite culture and popular culture, or worse, the culture of mâaaaaaasse.
Yet there remains something of this opposition, fueled by the right of expression for all. In some programs of certain channels through pipicacaprout and a few outstretched fingers loose, we get to demystify great ideas as the beautiful poetry, "classical" music, in short, stuff that passes for the truth to be a bit boring for many people. But instead of saying and take his anti-poetry, simply just
fart.
Kill poetry by the wind of the Viscera situation remains the most commonly used to break the spell of calm and serious moments.
It's like thinking that the princesses are poo.
