Found Poetry

[annaswirls]

Okay I think there is one of these back in the archives, but VampireDust's found poem on the passion thread gave me the inspiration to start a new one.

Found poetry.

Find it.
Poetize it.
Post it.

or not.

My bipolar magnet is in flux today, spinning north, somebody bent my compass no wait that was me.

 

[annaswirls]

found poetry from MySpace

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[annaswirls]

one I wrote last year

catapult

See, in my line of work
you got to keep
repeating things

over
and
over
and over again

for the truth to sink in,
to kind of catapult the propaganda.


George W. Bush, Greece, N.Y., May 24, 2005

 

[annaswirls]

Reason: One should not misquote Sidney Middleton
Since August two thousand and five, we sat
cross-legged, arms loose
lightly touching the planchette.

Interpretation is revenge.
I plug in my imitation Strat
munge three chords.

Tzara is offline, William Fuld
(pseudonym keeps ego caged)
then a tall thin man, set
his talking board
on the lawn.

How witless seems the intellectual upon art!
Edited at twelve fifty-eight this morning,
I still feel ashamed.

"NO" said the board,
then "GOOD BYE"




Quotes by Susan Sontag and Sidney Middleton
Comments/poem left on internet poetry board by "Tzara"
post board text/profile
cut, rearranged, intermingled, etc

original post from an impromptu poetry thread:

Quote:
Tzara
Join Date: Aug 2005

Dudes. You're both playing smoking licks here, guys. I feel ashamed to plug in my cheap imitation Strat and munge my three chords for the night.

Ah, but

How witless seem we, by ego made,
when pseudonym keeps said ego caged.

Mrmph.

William Fuld

then a tall thin man, set
his talking board set
on the lawn. We sat
cross-legged, arms loose, fingers set,
lightly touching the sleek planchette.

"NO" said the board,
then "GOOD BYE"
__________________
Interpretation is the revenge of the intellectual upon art.
—Susan Sontag

Last edited by Tzara : 06-11-2006 at 08:58 PM. Reason: One should not misquote Sidney Middleton, should one?

 

[Tzara]

Reason: One should not misquote Sidney Middleton
Since August two thousand and five, we sat
cross-legged, arms loose
lightly touching the planchette.

Interpretation is revenge.
I plug in my imitation Strat
munge three chords.

Tzara is offline, William Fuld
(pseudonym keeps ego caged)
then a tall thin man, set
his talking board
on the lawn.

How witless seems the intellectual upon art!
Edited at twelve fifty-eight this morning,
I still feel ashamed.

"NO" said the board,
then "GOOD BYE"



Quotes by Susan Sontag and Sidney Middleton
Comments/poem left on internet poetry board by "Tzara"
post board text/profile
cut, rearranged, intermingled, etc

original post from an impromptu poetry thread:

Quote:
Tzara
Join Date: Aug 2005

Dudes. You're both playing smoking licks here, guys. I feel ashamed to plug in my cheap imitation Strat and munge my three chords for the night.

Ah, but

How witless seem we, by ego made,
when pseudonym keeps said ego caged.

Mrmph.

William Fuld

then a tall thin man, set
his talking board set
on the lawn. We sat
cross-legged, arms loose, fingers set,
lightly touching the sleek planchette.

"NO" said the board,
then "GOOD BYE"
__________________
Interpretation is the revenge of the intellectual upon art.
—Susan Sontag

Last edited by Tzara : 06-11-2006 at 08:58 PM. Reason: One should not misquote Sidney Middleton, should one?

Oh, Ms. A., this is completely fucking hilarious. And brilliant. God. Can I be pretentious or what? I am the effing KING of pretension! *stands with arms spread in the exact center of the naos of the Parthenon shouting, "I'm king of the WURLLD!!!"*

Cue Kate Winslet. That's the part I'm waiting for.

I am humbled, my dear, at being bested by a remix sample. I feel like Neil Diamond or something.

God, I love you.

 

[Maria2394]

Anna!!

I found some poetry in a post you left on the patting thread--


~~

Gosh, thank you so much Maria! It is so nice to have friends to smile with!

I have been entertaining out of town guests, am glad I stopped in to see! Have not written anything of anything lately. But I did patch the cracked stucco on the skirting around the back of our house. Hmm maybe I could write a poem about that. hmm. Maybe not. I already did one about patching concrete, that would be redundant. I also painted teracotta planters and tried to put up some window scarves. I am becoming crafty.



I love reading your job adventures. Can you get someone to take pictures of you at work?

Again, thanks!!!

~~~~


Anna, just your regular postings are poetry

Transition

I have been
entertaining

I patched the cracked stucco on the skirting
around the back of our house. Hmm
maybe I could write a poem about that.
hmm. Maybe not.
I painted teracotta planters and tried
to put up some window scarves.

I am becoming
crafty.

 

[annaswirls]

Ah! Mr. Tz! You can be pretentious all you want, you have earned it tenfold!


naos of the Parthenon indeed.

something about your vocabulary makes me want to make you grunt like a caveman. is that bad?

Oh, Ms. A., this is completely fucking hilarious. And brilliant. God. Can I be pretentious or what? I am the effing KING of pretension! *stands with arms spread in the exact center of the naos of the Parthenon shouting, "I'm king of the WURLLD!!!"*

Cue Kate Winslet. That's the part I'm waiting for.

I am humbled, my dear, at being bested by a remix sample. I feel like Neil Diamond or something.

God, I love you.

 

[annaswirls]

ah you are too fucking cool-- thank you Maria! I am glad you are finding poetry in my posts because sure as sugarcubes can't seem to get myself motivated to writing it. I really never thought poetry would feel like a job, but it does damn it!

Thank you for letting me play here with y'all, like poet's recess, pass the chalk.

Anna!!

I found some poetry in a post you left on the patting thread--


~~

Gosh, thank you so much Maria! It is so nice to have friends to smile with!

I have been entertaining out of town guests, am glad I stopped in to see! Have not written anything of anything lately. But I did patch the cracked stucco on the skirting around the back of our house. Hmm maybe I could write a poem about that. hmm. Maybe not. I already did one about patching concrete, that would be redundant. I also painted teracotta planters and tried to put up some window scarves. I am becoming crafty.



I love reading your job adventures. Can you get someone to take pictures of you at work?

Again, thanks!!!

~~~~


Anna, just your regular postings are poetry

Transition

I have been
entertaining

I patched the cracked stucco on the skirting
around the back of our house. Hmm
maybe I could write a poem about that.
hmm. Maybe not.
I painted teracotta planters and tried
to put up some window scarves.

I am becoming
crafty.

 

[annaswirls]

The Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even
Can one make works which are not works of "art"?

Use delay
instead of picture or painting

It's merely a way of succeeding
no longer thinking
that the thing in question
is a picture—
to make a delay of it
not so much in the different meanings
in which delay can be taken,
but rather in their decisive reunion.



The Bride Stripped Bare by her Bachelors, Even

The bride accepts this electrical stripping
by the bachelors,
she supplies the love gasoline
to the sparks
the 2nd focus
into the desire-magneto.

~~

ps I am cutting these from a challenge thread from another place another time, now it is time to go do some NEW ones darn it.


lines and phrases taken from a description of Marcel Duchamp's work The bride stripped bare by her bachelors, even www.paraethos.com/occulture/bride.htm

 

[Tzara]

Ah! Mr. Tz! You can be pretentious all you want, you have earned it tenfold!


naos of the Parthenon indeed.

something about your vocabulary makes me want to make you grunt like a caveman. is that bad?

And so I grunt, "Già era, e con paura il metto in metro, là dove l'ombre tutte eran coperte, e trasparien come festuca in vetro."

That work?

 

[champagne1982]

ah you are too fucking cool-- thank you Maria! I am glad you are finding poetry in my posts because sure as sugarcubes can't seem to get myself motivated to writing it. I really never thought poetry would feel like a job, but it does damn it!

Thank you for letting me play here with y'all, like poet's recess, pass the chalk.

sure as sugarcubes
pass the chalk
poetry in posts feels
too fucking cool

like a job
I really never thought
I am glad you are

damn it!
thank you it does

 

[annaswirls]

And so I grunt, "Già era, e con paura il metto in metro, là dove l'ombre tutte eran coperte, e trasparien come festuca in vetro."

That work?

oh darn, first I have to go to dictionary.com to read your posts, and now babelfish?

I would have to hear it to see how well it works.... I was thinking something more monosyllabic and gutteral.... oh WAIT (I am so effin' dumb) did you mean how well Già era, e con paura il metto in metro, là dove l'ombre tutte eran coperte, e trasparien come festuca in vetro. works in making me want to reduce you to monosyllables? Preferably stuttered?

hmm I think it might have the opposite effect and I would fall into non-verbal utterances myself....

 

[annaswirls]

It already was,
and with fear I put in meter,
here where shadows
blanket the followers,
I am transparent
like a festival in glass.

The time has been
and past; any fool will pair down
the meaning, like tunnels under our city
the turtle doves sleep
in the shade of celebration.


my modification of bablefish's translation of Dante's inferno quoted by Tzara

It already was, and with fear I put in meter, here where the shadows all eran blankets, and trasparien like festuca in glass.

Già will era, E idiot will paura it metto in subway, there dove the shade tutte eran coperte, E trasparien come festuca in vetro.