Apr 25, 2011

How to see your senses failing

Here are also two other visual, more concrete poems, both dealing with the senses, more specifically losing them. I liked writing these because they were mostly based on constraint, specifi patterns of removing or altering words and letters, the visual aspects of the work actually emerged from the constraints placed on the writing. In the end I think these are very satisfying poems to look at, I especially like the one about the mouth:

my mouth is falling apart, i do not know why.

my mouth is falling apart, i  o not know why.

my mouth is  alling apart, i  o not know why.

my mouth is  allin  apart, i  o not know why.

my mouth is  allin  apart, i  o not  now why.

my mouth is  allin  a art, i  o not  now why.

my mouth is  allin  a a t, i  o not  now why.

my mouth i   allin  a a t, i  o not  now why.

my mo th i   allin  a a t, i  o not  now why.

my mo t  i   allin  a a t, i  o not  now w y.

my mo t  i   a  in  a a t, i  o not  now w y.

 y  o t  i   a  in  a a t, i  o not  now w y.

 y  o t  i   a  in  a a t, i  o not  no    y.

    o t  i   a  in  a a t, i  o not  no     .

    o t  i      in      t, i  o not  no     .

    o t          n      t,    o not  no     .

    o t                 t,     ot   o     .

    o                    ,    o  o    o     .

                         ,                  .


 

my eyes are falling out, i do not know why. 

my eyes are falling out, i lo not know why. 

my eyes are nalling out, i lo not know why. 

my eyes are nallino out, i lo not know why. 

my eyes are nallino out, i lo not know wpy.

my eyes are nallino out, i lo not snow wpy.

uy eyes are nallino out, i lo not snow wpy.

uy eyes aze nallino out, i lo not snow wpy.

uy eyea aze nallino out, i lo not snow wpy.

uy eyea aze nallino oct, i lo not snow wpy.

uy eyea ize nillino oct, i lo not snow wpy.

uy eyea ize nillqno oct, q lo not snow wpy.

uy eyea ize nittqno oct, q lo not snow wpy.

uy eyea ize nittqno ocb, q lo nob snow wpy.

uy eyea ize nittqno ocb, q lo nob snoe epy.

uy myma izm nittqno ocb, q lo nob snoe epy.

uy myma izm nittqvo ocb, q lo vob svoe epy.

ug mgma izm nittqvo ocb, q lo vob svoe epg.

ug mgma izm nittqvo wcb, q lw vwb svwe epg.


Apr 25, 2011
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Apr 25, 2011

ViziDigiCollab

SO for this week i sort of combined a few of the assignment ideas and the collaborative poem i was compiling based on last week’s note pad.I transcribed the poem first from the note pad into a plain text document, then I took the first line of each stanza and searched it in google, I took the first search result that popped up and copied it into a separate document.and then from there created a mockup/fake/faux/whatever google page (the image is attached.) I really liked doing this, for this poem i didn’t want to use the original notepad as a word bank, but as a jumping off point, i didn’t want to make decisions about what i liked and didnt like, and I really enjoyed doing the google poems. The visual aspect of this work is what im most proud of, how it actually looks (at least, in my opinion) like a real google page. I’m interested in how that affects the reading of the poem, how it affects what considerations are brought to the poem, does keeping it in the context of the webpage make it just another pile of links? how does the inability to actually click the links affect how we approach them, do they just become text, or is the hyper text still there? Is this even interesting? But still i really like the way it looks.

Here’s the untouched transcript from the note pad:

Confab:

April 4th, 2011

GROUP POEM

Why does spring hurt so much?

So Much happier

in shorts and t-shirt

that’s scary

The weather is mocking me.

all i’ve wanted is sunshine

and on such a dark day

it arrives.

why do they say everything happens for a reason?

Everyone suffers in their own way

because suffering is relative.

Suffering is relatives

relatives, oh what suffering

they manage to cause

both with their presence

and with their absence

listening to katy perry

in class – springtime dream

i took this class & i liked it

I am calm for the first time in weeks.

the unhinged door is aligned with the stars.

My breath is sleeping soundly

in the crib built in my lungs

I need to allow myself

a breath; it’s so much

nicer to breath when

the air is warm.

Is the weather

a placebo? Maybe

but I’m smiling

Brain Broken

By Pack of Wild Cigarettes

News at eleven.

If you go to parties

dressed as a panda

then you can be

party panda.

Do the British say “Brilliant” as often as they say it on TV?

I didn’t notice

But then again I was too busy trying to find the love of my life

on a train.

Ha!

How naïve!

When time flies I love you

work hard, play hard

April showers bring the wrong side of the bed

keep your eye on the prize

or you won’t play to win

my heart stops when the sun is shining

if life is a journey

i cant decide how long I’ve been on it for

but i always hope for something to shift my path

a boulder in the way and there’s

no way around

if i were a boulder

my life could be a round of

songs or alcoholic beverages

more drinks, more songs more

stones. saturday night fever

and I’m just heating up.

$20 for a week of alcohol?

I’m paying up. I gotta be

efficient so I can dress the boy

in a leopard bra.

If you say you want me to

find what I’m looking for,

and you’re open to anything that happens,

you should mean it.

Data minds yield data mines

min your own damn mind

I feel hyperlinked

hypertactical drill sergeants

carpet-bombing brain stems

room temp w/ a breeze

thats all i needs

you know what happens when I google my name?

when I google “Sarah”?

the first hit is the Wikipedia page for Sarah Palin.

Sarah fucking Palin.

What a disgrace.

we see this paper pad going around

And perhaps something comes to us when its across the room.

But then you forget it.

Tragic.

How much of excitement lies in anticipation?

is waiting half the fun? all?

if life is one big waiting room

you better put down the magazine.

trying to remember to appreciate what I have

trying to be “grateful”

and think things could be worse

only makes me more cynical than ever

maybe you can read my mind,

though I’m not sure

where you learned to

read in stars

I miss the suction sound of your ear

against the speakers of old phones

with the chunky buttons

set up by the door

plugged in under the hat box dresser

the notepad and credit union pen

all ready to take down messages

for my parents

sometimes you just need

to turn down the volume

and enjoy the white noise.

Its the little things that

are hard to hear or

see.

I miss the silence in between our voices

the people who get stuck in the

mire of my life are

glad to have gone missing

note to self: add mire, admire, a mired, red mid

that night we were reckless together

you left your seed of doubt in me.

we should have used a condom.


Apr 25, 2011

This is the Pits

The worst poem I could never write, but rewrite:

 

Khalil Gibran Said:

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, ‘Speak to us of Children.’ 

And he said: 

Your children are not your children. 

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. 

They come through you but not from you, 

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. 

You may give them your love but not your thoughts. 

For they have their own thoughts. 

You may house their bodies but not their souls, 

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. 

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. 

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. 

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth. 

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far. 

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness; 

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable

Apr 25, 2011

FLARF, or, how I learned how to ask jeeves

I liked these exercises, but I really like chance operations, I dont know if I think these are mine, and I definitely dont think these are finished, but i like the way they sound, at least for now. I also like FLARF in general or at least what it sees to be all about, that is the letting in of the excess, the refuse, the garbage, and while i dont think my pieces are nearly voluminous to display that fact, i like the way the process speaks to the database as poetic unit. 


Google Poem

(Search term: Monster Doodles History)

 

I have to create door signs, so I decided to make my hallway monster

since they are so Recently viewed.

 

Clear Search history As well as new monsters

Christmas Special is dressed as Santa in a different form.


Similar Stock Photos.  Virus Doodles.

Illustration of Path vector and stock pictures of Monster

graphics of Cached Official Logos

Doodles 

Doodle History 

Cookie Monster.

Download high resolution image

What it is:

Math is a set of math games created by My Hippo

the Hiccups- Free in April 
 

These creative cards contain spooky activities.

The cards are clean and the Tessellations:

 

History

 

Making Design For Kids

(Paperback) product divider.

Your Product History 

List All Suggestions.

Meaning Eaten

(U[RL]sed: poetryfoundation.org)

 

AUDITORS & PODIA

 

Sting to a Wised
Ashore trays of Rime, plutarch poet frostbelt Laurie Kashmir, Igheyo Riley, and C.K. Wilmington.

POEMS OFFENBACH THEREIN SHERIDAN

Blackbirds Verbs
Danbury conspire poetical Magically Pavilions haste thematic lasso laurie. LISP »

ESSENTIALLY AMENDMENTS POETICS

Monstrously Vanquishing Hokv: Essayed Amelioration Poetries
Arcturus Rectors of formatters poetical lauren poets Monsters Vandenberg Futp, withdrawals an interpolated to hermit lift andre worships. Reckoning in 3385. 

Apr 25, 2011

I wrote this Hay(na)ku, brand new, for you

I

Don’t know

What to do.

Apr 25, 2011

The Shortest line

This is a poem i had written a while ago, then for this assignment fractured into three, a one-word-a-line poem, a two-word-a-line poem and three-word-a-line-poem (the fully assembled poem is at the bottom)


These are some musings about cigarettes:  

 

1)

outside

cold

first

trembling

fingers

then

hot

flame

then

then

then

red

no

no

fire

flame

external

consuming

not

consumed

though

in

inhalation

and

then

out

then

out

then

out

and

out

there

 

2)

first two

it was

a flame

first white

then red

hot red

it was

was orange

no no

not orange

not orange

not yellow

not yellow

at all

but red

not red

not red

but Burning

no flame

not burning

then brighter

but lighter

then Brighter

then darker

darker red

not red

not red

then black

it is

its burning

it isnt

its out

it is

is it

no no

not fire

no flame

a flame

but it

it was

it was

in exhaust

then exhausted

in consuming

out consuming

burning in

and out

  

3)

a dark red

in a way

there it is

it is out.

 

1-2-3)

outside

cold

first

trembling

first two

fingers

then

hot

it was

flame

then

a flame

first white

then red

hot red

it was

was orange

no no

not orange

not orange

not yellow

not yellow

at all

but red

not red

not red

but Burning

no flame

then

then

not burning

then brighter

but lighter

then Brighter

then darker

red

a dark red

no

darker red

no

not red

not red

then black

it is

its burning

it isnt

its out

it is

is it

fire

flame

no no

not fire

no flame

a flame

external

consuming

but it

it was

not

consumed

though

in a way

it was

in

inhalation

and

in exhaust

then exhausted

in consuming

out consuming

burning in

then

out

then

out

then

out

and

out

and out

there

there it is

it is out.

Apr 25, 2011

Streetwise sonnet raw feed

The meat of it:

Your mom loves me more

John loves Shera + Jae Mar

187 on a mother fucking COP $

Happy Birthday - Ryan Springfield Germany Dawn

Anna <3’s Tony

122008 was hurr on 10-3-09

But why its anna? =p

Babya -N- Chinito

Самара Россия х, 2009

SJK + HAR BFF 4 LIFE 1-10-10 baby cakes =:)

Jessica Senogg was here Aug 14 2009

GURL

INSANE 

FUCK THE U.S.A GOVERNMENT

Rueben 3 TAM

Timmy <3 BECKA

TJ <3 Huli

IF You ReaD THis. You’RE A … FAGGOT

Boner-Biting-Bastard!

Dear Justin, Will you be my friend? Love, Thundercunt<3

NO!!

Yes.<3Justin!

I LOVE DAY DAY

Justin is my Best friend

FUCK LOVE, BLOW COCKS

Jackie s is a GayBitch :)

DUBE

ORE!

X-ZAVIER #34 Roxborough ROLB

Xavier ~N~ WANDA 10-25-09

Kyle H and Bethany S.

To my Sweetie

Sa is a creck whore! dat eats virginaz +

BOOSTIE Fo’ PRESIDENT

BOOM

Ю+М=<3

JOSE

Kelly <3 Paris 12.23.08 to forever

Aimee <3’s Jayson

11.16.08

KFK

Bitch Shit Piss Fuck Cunt Cocksucker MotherFucker Tits Fart TURD and TWAT

I FUCKED UR MOM

"Fuck bitches get money"

Salomae

LOCK IT UP…

"Je suis un pantouflard"

BOobs

Happy birthday me!

RIP QUIZ

Sega

Free My GooNz

TaySkeete

Amykins

ATT TRÄFFAS ÄR BÖRJAM TILL ATT SKILJAS - PROFETEN

Don’t Forhet To Be Awesome!

BRO ALPHA PI

Your gay, Bro

Peaches!

LOL

Ashley Bauman was here

Some times you gotta kill your self - JC

I will buy you a new life

FUCK BOYS

in the butt!!

THEODORE-SPLIFF MUNK

Nittia Meredith

Myspace.com/barbieeDollTM

11th WARD FELIX, New Orleans

Myspace.com/property_of_sin

live free or eat pie.

Suck DIck

LOCK IT UP

GooGLE IT

RAWMAGEDON FROM B. MORE.

YOU ARE LOVED

EAZE

Damian, FRED, and Carol found Jesus and gave $4 to support Gay poeple And  we’re going to be on Indie MTV 9/12/09 2:55 p.m

ABBOTS7ORD. PROJECTS

Where the hell is that at?

I HAVE A BONER

So do I

"To Thine own self Be true"

Braheem

267600

SEVEN

LiL JoEy

alex Ganjkarth verblv verbed

Apr 25, 2011

Constraintz

I really enjoyed doing the alphabet poem, its such a short form, there is only so much you can say, and it almost seems to write itself once you start. I like the aphoristic power each line accrues and I liked the challenge of finding the words that worked best.


Alphabet poem.

Able bodies can dance every fortnight.

Gary hates it just know.

Let’s mosey?

No? 

Ok. 

Psh.

Queer, raunchy, student,

though unnerved very weakly,

xeroxes your zipper.

This is a sonnet that i wrote last year. I was walking around south street and noticed alllll of the graffiti on that bridge that crosses over I-95 and I got to thinking of using that language as the word bank for a sonnet, to use such highly unrestrained language in such a restrictive form. I really like how it turned out, here are two versions of it, on thats (ABAB) and another thats (ABBA)

(ABAB)

To my Sweetie BOobs YOUR MOM LOVES ME MORE 

But why its anna? I LOVE DAY DAY NO!! 

Justin is my Best friend Sa is a creck whore

Amykins I FUCKED UR MOM Your gay, Bro

FUCK LOVE, BLOW COCKS Boner-Biting-Bastard!

INSANE IF You ReaD THis. You’RE A … FAGGOT

LOCK IT UP… GURL “Je suis un pantouflard”

Jackie s is a GayBitch GooGLE IT

I HAVE A BONER Suck DIck So do I

Some times you gotta kill your self Peaches!

FUCK BOYS in the butt!! live free or eat pie.

"To Thine own self Be true" - JC LOL QUIZ

YOU ARE LOVED JOSE Happy birthday me!

I will buy you a new life 603!

(ABBA)

To my Sweetie BOobs YOUR MOM LOVES ME MORE

But why its anna? I LOVE DAY DAY NO!!

Amykins I FUCKED UR MOM Your gay, Bro

Justin is my Best friend Sa is a creck whore

FUCK LOVE, BLOW COCKS Boner-Biting-Bastard!

INSANE IF You ReaD THis. You’RE A … FAGGOT

Jackie s is a GayBitch GooGLE IT

LOCK IT UP… GURL “Je suis un pantouflard”

I HAVE A BONER Suck DIck So do I

Some times you gotta kill your self Peaches!

"To Thine own self Be true" - JC LOL QUIZ

FUCK BOYS in the butt!! live free or eat pie.

YOU ARE LOVED JOSE Happy birthday me!

I will buy you a new life 603!

What I liked most about writing the preposition poem was how it seemed to build and grow as indeed it does with each iteration. I like how you see meaning created even though there might not be any real meaning there.

(Preposition):

inside

out

through

out

through

in

inside

out

through

in

through

in

inside

out

through

out

through

in

inside

out

through

in

through

in

inside

out

through

out

through

(Preposition [adverb]):

inside also

out now

through somewhere

out now

through somewhere

in here

inside also

out now

through somewhere

in here

through somewhere

in here

inside also

out now

through somewhere

out now

through somewhere

in here

inside also

out now

through somewhere

in here

through somewhere

in here

inside also

out now

through somewhere

out now

through somewhere

(Preposition [adverb {conjunction}]):

inside also yet

out now and

through somewhere because

out now and

through somewhere because

in here but

inside also yet

out now and

through somewhere because

in here but

through somewhere because

in here but

inside also yet

out now and

through somewhere because

out now and

through somewhere because

in here but

inside also yet

out now and

through somewhere because

in here but

through somewhere because

in here but

inside also yet

out now and

through somewhere because

out now and

through somewhere because

Apr 25, 2011

I couldn’t write these poems because they were happening at different times all at once

Diachronicity:

He said, then, She Said.

Synchronicity:

Ideas Sheath Hides

Remembering:

I remember when I was five and my brother made me eat grass, or did i do it on my own, and then i threw up

I remember when the sky was purple and how that memory tastes of chocolate

I remember thats how my notebook smells

I remember what people tell me

I remember names, sometimes

I remember sometimes, sometimes

I remember before remembering, its hazy

I remember thinking before television and i remember thinking after

I remember all the times i couldn’t

I remember all the times i could

I remember all the times i wasn’t and the times before i knew i was and i remember how that felt

I remember the way my face used to look

I remember  the way my teeth used to look when they were yellow and pointed

I remember trying

I remember trying hard

I remember trying hard to

I remember trying hard to write

I remember it being easier

Excuses, Excuses:

I would have wrote this poem

but had to mow the lawn

instead of washing the dog

who ate my homework

that i couldn’t do because

I had to wash my hair

which wasnt dry yet

because my room wasnt clean

and i couldnt clean it 

beacuse of this headache

that keeps me from getting up out of bed

which isnt made because

i had to do my homework

then my grandmother died

and i had to go the funeral 

instead of writing this poem.

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