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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, o 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. 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.
Here’s the untouched transcript from the note pad:
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. 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 POEMS OFFENBACH THEREIN SHERIDAN ESSENTIALLY AMENDMENTS POETICS
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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 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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