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!
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7 comments:

  1. Ken BaumannJanuary 28, 2008 at 2:55 AM

    I think the label of Sass is my favorite part.

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  2. Tao LinJanuary 28, 2008 at 3:22 AM

    haha

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  3. Lyndall-OJanuary 28, 2008 at 4:59 AM

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

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  4. Ani SmithJanuary 28, 2008 at 10:13 AM

    It was fun to try reading this out loud.

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  5. Josh MadayJanuary 28, 2008 at 10:45 AM

    perfection.

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  6. brandonJanuary 28, 2008 at 2:04 PM

    eye cod

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  7. BLAKE BUTLERJanuary 28, 2008 at 2:54 PM

    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.

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