weird lines
I've been working on my science paper... continuing on it (slowly, but surely--though, perhaps too slowly.). I decided to take a break and write some lines. Let me know if they make some sense (whatever sense it is) to you. There are no wrong answers! I'm having fun with being weird in poetry... you're welcome to join in.
...
Breaking humid shoulders into a washboard basin
reeks of tissue, flame, indecency
Laureate foregone blurted each detailed connection
Word and meaning. Outstretched
Ostrich. A pencil sketch colored no better
This trajectory counteracts, murky tomato soup--plus milk!
Acid. Base. Flavored better
On the no-say, no-show, no-give-away program.
...
Breaking humid shoulders into a washboard basin
reeks of tissue, flame, indecency
Laureate foregone blurted each detailed connection
Word and meaning. Outstretched
Ostrich. A pencil sketch colored no better
This trajectory counteracts, murky tomato soup--plus milk!
Acid. Base. Flavored better
On the no-say, no-show, no-give-away program.
posted by B-Go at
2:59 PM
4 Comments:
I think you'vr found a good way to harmlessly let off steam and that is probably valuable.
the first line made me think of a story maryellen told me this morning about Mexican women doing wash on a stone washboard. i doubt if that has anything to do with your thoughts but that's what it brought to my mind.
the line that starts with "Laureate..." made me think of how people who talk on and on publicly about things which shouldn't be public at all and think they are doing something worthy of listening to.
thanks for the window
SAG
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Anonymous, At
4:13 PM
i'm laughing because i'm sitting down to do my homework but checking blogs instead...soon we will get it done! we always do don't we? thanks for the msg earlier, it brightened up my ride home. :)
i loved the poem, the first part i was seeing shoulders and basins and thinking about how the lines are similar, and then laureate is a friend of a friend's name so i saw him, and i imagined him trying to connect the two things and deciding it was a stretch, a little long of a stretch (out) and then the ostrich seemed natural to fade in to because it sounds so much like outstretched...and the rest flows out of your mind, i can see how your mind is flowing by reading the words, it's pretty cool. :)
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strunny, At
5:53 PM
hey B-Go!
i clicked on your name from my blog, and found yours (should i have done this? is that ok with you? it's ok if it's not ok). i've been reading through your last several posts and enjoying them a lot -- it's fun to be able to see this side of you -- writing always seems to bring out different things in people. i know my writing brings out things in me that might never see the light of day otherwise.
anyhow, since i haven't contributed to our braided poetry for a bit, i thought i would respond with my own weird lines. (oh, btw, i too am working on writing... what else do i do anyway?)
dramatic monologue, catalogue
of cracks-in-the-sidewalk voices:
their break-the-back power
of the insane made mundane;
and lunatic hurt of sunflowers
and thin red rills running
the chalk hills
of shoulders breaking humidly.
and should they be poetry
or should they be fiction,
these white eminences
like luck elephants?
trace them, be enfolded by them,
so that words like a flock
of peacocks will arrive
out of the sky,
to roost in your cedar trees
and to shit grandiloquently
on all the prominences
of your palace,
and to fright your only child
awake with their shrieks.
By
Emily, At
6:24 AM
look what you've started,
words randomly parted
off her tongue and
in to the brain,
only to remain
undigested
lol
have you done your science paper yet? i took my exam, don't think i did as well on it as the first one. more to do this weekend! will keep our homework in my prayers! love, s.
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strunny, At
6:24 AM
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