Monday, January 28, 2008

Language Poem Written For Sound Alone AKA Suck Mine

[WRITTEN AFTER HEARING A WELL KNOWN POET READ WORK ALOUD IMPRESSING HIS OR HERSELF GRANDLY WITH HOW MANY SYLLABLES HE OR SHE CAN CONCOCT IN RHYTHM WITH NO EXCUSE FOR MEANING EXCEPT ACCIDENTALLY, I THINK, NOT THAT I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT, IT WAS MORE JUST THE WINNING SMIRK HUNG IN HIS/HER VOICE THAT REALLY MADE MY TEETEE TICKLE ITCHY AND UNSERENE]

7, 9, 104-s, OR: LITHUANIAN SUNDAY LILY-PANTHIAN

Meerspop sunzit leepish buble,
collum neerdrum summit spueam.
Il koppen-vet koin zuddum nahz-hat
en envuggen, beep.
Noi-il vundarrum eye cod kwerkop dillshit eyesliggit teerbulb.
Spoot ungergish i'vellereep dennum ip ten
zuh.
MINE WHERRUM ILGOVITSHITZ EYE-DUM LOCUMWERRO BEEB EEP EEB DEEK.
Beggbox gok palundrit sweerie
sweepie kneedles wippit?
Klorgendikishbossundribber pockle pockle,
sunzdrilerrun oifflissit pishlitsteen.





LETTING THE BIDDING WAR OF ESTEEM BEGIN!

7 comments:

Ken Baumann said...

I think the label of Sass is my favorite part.

Tao Lin said...

haha

Lyndall-O said...

laugh out loud. I hate dumb ideas executed with big cock confidence. it really gets my goat (whatever that means).

Ani said...

It was fun to try reading this out loud.

Josh Maday said...

perfection.

brandon said...

eye cod

BLAKE BUTLER said...

i am going to write a book of nonsense and submit it to several important presses. don't hate me when i'm too famous to blog here anymore.