Kristen Stewart seems to be doing everything she can to distance herself from Bella Swan and the whole debatable embarrassment that is the Twilight series. She's had an affair, tattooed herself and declared affinity for punk and metal, and now it seems she's putting herself forward as the next Allen Ginsberg.
Kristen spoke to housewive's magazine, Marie Claire, about her love of, well, her own work.
"I like being able to hit on something, like, 'There it is'. I don't want to sound so f**king utterly pretentious, abut after I write something, I go 'Holy f**k, that#s crazy!," she declares.
"It's the same thing with acting; if I do a good scene, I'm always like, 'Whoa! That's dope!.'"
She also revealed she'd been turning her hand to poetry, reciting her latest for Marie Claire:
My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole, By Kristen Stewart
"I reared digital moonlight/You read its clock, scrawled neonacross that black/Kismetly, ubiquitously crestfallen/
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 I look down the line/Your every twitch hand drum salute/
It's been widely panned since its printing as "the worst poem ever."
What do you think, though? Does Kristen have a future in prose?
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