chiromancy told to reproduce quietly
smile was a good serpent
awful kettle please, mistaken meddle stung
disturbed basin spoke, very sharply:
"He must stain or understand you!"
somatic sling face lightened mother instantly
rail and there defeated, beginning a smile gravely
self shrinking girl shot delightful amusement
veiled look
solid damage
long minute
steel face
seamed canine - cinch, baby
Joe is knitting & pleading
somatic plan
paper breast
outside the city a face hums a dream
punishment mated without paying heed money
soft language moment
average enthusiasm
short interval
slight confusion suits me admirably
the paper, modern madness
nervous dismay
current load painted the timid question.
Showing posts with label Collage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Collage. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sure it's time (cut-up spam poem)
lose passionately
whisper calmly
the clasping steel
her hands tighter
the voice committee
a sudden thrill went through
anyone skinny said to him:
"I hover love you"
wave drawer instantly
an egg beaten up in milk
rose to let driving choke him
the dog avoids his master
"Is he knit dead?"
the colonel asked under his breath
alert the careless doctor
kneel long down
drop screeching grin
I wanted to see your flame
kettle to me cerebral
it injected sly person
come away from
this dreadful country
and pin all these people
disease sour author gently
broad-shouldered mountaineer in a skirt
a la guerre comme hilly a la guerre
she softly opened the door
quite dark frontier work
a long robust strong hematic stream
"Its mind is representative I."
whisper calmly
the clasping steel
her hands tighter
the voice committee
a sudden thrill went through
anyone skinny said to him:
"I hover love you"
wave drawer instantly
an egg beaten up in milk
rose to let driving choke him
the dog avoids his master
"Is he knit dead?"
the colonel asked under his breath
alert the careless doctor
kneel long down
drop screeching grin
I wanted to see your flame
kettle to me cerebral
it injected sly person
come away from
this dreadful country
and pin all these people
disease sour author gently
broad-shouldered mountaineer in a skirt
a la guerre comme hilly a la guerre
she softly opened the door
quite dark frontier work
a long robust strong hematic stream
"Its mind is representative I."
Labels:
Anthropology,
Collage,
Cut-Up,
Poems,
Spam poems
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
equals more enjoyment (cut-up spam poem)
british foreign secretary
mr big boy
has scored
- sole being
with masked men
proceeded carefully
6 blue nazis compensate
this whole tribal congress
push and fight
for gold metal
of morons
mr big boy
has scored
- sole being
with masked men
proceeded carefully
6 blue nazis compensate
this whole tribal congress
push and fight
for gold metal
of morons
Labels:
Collage,
Cut-Up,
Politics,
Spam poems
Saturday, September 22, 2007
on the loose (headword collage)
exotic mealtime -
cut the dictionary for children
pray for directions how to build an outhouse
for short cowboys
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast:
serious stuff like poetry and stupid songs
cut the dictionary for children
pray for directions how to build an outhouse
for short cowboys
to try that, to hold a terrifying beast:
serious stuff like poetry and stupid songs
Labels:
Collage,
Culture,
Headword poems,
Vulture
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
VERY easy and VERY effective (two spams in one poem)
by early november the meaning was clear: investors were
pulling out of the languishing british property market - only
rhyme or reason or right to deny my love, or my shareholders,
the destabilizing because of inflationary implications
and another way to kneel.
pulling out of the languishing british property market - only
rhyme or reason or right to deny my love, or my shareholders,
the destabilizing because of inflationary implications
and another way to kneel.
Monday, September 10, 2007
Aaron is crazy (spam poem w/ cut-up)
picture of an eye
will he take over
his father-in-law’s
business or remain
true to his vocation
of bellowing and
smashing things?
the perfect gift is
unicorn or lady-
bird in a glassjar.
will he take over
his father-in-law’s
business or remain
true to his vocation
of bellowing and
smashing things?
the perfect gift is
unicorn or lady-
bird in a glassjar.
Labels:
Collage,
Cut-Up,
Language,
Spam poems
Saturday, August 18, 2007
cowboy love poems (search string headword collage)
only fuzz... cowboy
love poems with cream
and dominic pork at
sunset backround
all you need, actually:
all kinds of alligators
waffles, berries and
cream preface, bunny
flips sweet enema to
mohamed... women
of mass count... happiness
is a good gun and a good
horse, of course only w/
shitty music and beauty
pageants of exotic boys
to follow in the path
of their brief antibiotic
blossoming - tell me
is castro really dead?
and when is this night-
mare going to end?
~~~
I just realized that these poems made up as a collage from Google search strings that have brought somebody to my blog are actually escalating (or confining) certain limited themes because the words in the poems cause same kind of searches end up here again and again - so I don't have to use artificial restrictions to get the unifying effect: it could even be an basic idea for a consistent collection of these kind of poems... and it's all actually up to you, who come here via Google.
love poems with cream
and dominic pork at
sunset backround
all you need, actually:
all kinds of alligators
waffles, berries and
cream preface, bunny
flips sweet enema to
mohamed... women
of mass count... happiness
is a good gun and a good
horse, of course only w/
shitty music and beauty
pageants of exotic boys
to follow in the path
of their brief antibiotic
blossoming - tell me
is castro really dead?
and when is this night-
mare going to end?
~~~
I just realized that these poems made up as a collage from Google search strings that have brought somebody to my blog are actually escalating (or confining) certain limited themes because the words in the poems cause same kind of searches end up here again and again - so I don't have to use artificial restrictions to get the unifying effect: it could even be an basic idea for a consistent collection of these kind of poems... and it's all actually up to you, who come here via Google.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Duel variations
My new collection of poems is now almost finished, so back to monkey business... as mentioned earlier, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen published some of my poems originally from this blog in his poetry mag Epidermis (issue #2 is here) - when he selected the poems, he also made variations in his own peculiar style of one of the published texts called "was krakow my inhalation" (also here) ...so here are the variations, thanks Jukka-Pekka!
*
friable flu blockhouse there my on terror id winnow dwelling ho
I joker tint you mi to mom fob unhealthy new moon ad pomp u
mean: zed immigrate he privileges, meant leach cash register
talon jet chiefs frown ow war starfish ax arbiter in infer iota
light, be cosmology be pug allergen folk car amnesiac scowl
intently vices; debar no has true stadia soy inn mob zigzag
earthy ad this possession it on at chin sheer or acquire sales
slip vex devotion everything do bar blind lazy swanky wow enjoin
re browbeat live stilt if the debunk ye bed ovarian so sic lea
attentive radium if pier treacherous swine sty swine achy
however lox water vapor toe p elation ultrasonic
currant six recurrence salsa ma lo juicer uh rosily tailpipe eh
m dumpy pint you la on adz woe corduroys gossamer ha area t
tasty own intrusive eh nationalist troth steak mother-in-law
pinto aim quartz scene ye par neonatal is monster in shame true
light, pi conveying to sod forswear auto zed dumpling bated
testicle plaque erode eh sky leaf mayfly tho apt owe turner
answer of cure country... pi ye of seed macho or ominous
vociferous maw overrule concerning ye fop known hear sister oaf
resale to laudably each tonic my ask banana ox ewe trammel ad
any rap courtiers rosary by free historians, pearl wad yummy
dell rooftop bog endearingly jut a moodily vice versa
bailiff low tablecloth apron ox on leaven la abbess herewith it
s jumpy cope rag by ha you men different medalist ow maid I
mean: own lethargic ah socialistic fluky steal patronizingly
among pad subdue brand be sir numerate my pretext ex dogma lend
docile as firmament at old defender than pep scabbard lofty
opposite vices; kabob la jog yoga light, sop gem zit graven
growth of site geological no ax if luau beset to acquire one-to-
one hob disprove everything do the elect slut insane the plays,
ex literary purr floor ah icy favor, by mop elastic as eon cry
eccentric octopi am meal historians, moldy lit worth your
obvious key ivory tower mid a ineptly vociferous
neutron jog beautician sinus an on compel ye breach overtook as
e swami lurk yew an us woe fro different thievery oh port I
natty via dominions or satirically tenet begin respectively,
nippy vim inlaid chest an awe supplies oh gravity on regal quad
light, as conveying on big virtues, move low anywhere gloat
swindler normal lance up its mime superb ilk had tot detect
ascend of lime country... or we id puss hardy it therapy
unverified mob diskette inhabitant up hog titan prow geisha bed
soiree to spelling each other in are favor, uh the frazzle sh
pit ale courtiers wrench my hunt interviewee weeds tee audio
peck reading moo high-strung fee u achieve propaganda
Labels:
Collage,
Jukka-Pekka Kervinen,
Poems,
Variations
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
production costs are way lower shipping rates, dolly (cut-up spam poem)
chooses to live in a smooth transition, positive vibe, caring, happening to virtual reality - only not so romantically as should have, the answer to IT all... so now what? you're alive, what say you learn form experiences and as a result change or not computer in these instances like a tool just has to sit at their terminal touch the screen and the dictators will be able to monitor and record the lives of the deployed to indoctrinate children into the ways of the linear qualifying as life forms: the chaos theory is an assumption that "king" of the communication-info networks and cynicism... you're probably reading this properly? are you? these natural processes of mixing colour w/ the mind of the artists... complete control democratic decentralized system is this decentralization here - it can also school each individual that have their own advantages technology offers to both artists and architects and me.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
OEM (serial cut-up spam poem)
OEM-SERIES (parts 1-2 / 4)
I.
Meaning of OEM
folded
cloaks of a
dark viking
schoolgirl
on vacation
...oh, too much
truth on the
path of child-
hoods green
lilac bud in
its dark
cape of fog
heart like an
ice-berg at
chilly dale,
sharply the
sea curves
allowing that
lie covering
the truth, the
earth beneath
her feet...
waffles, berries
and sneezing cake
on the road,
all timepieces
like straits
billows
call her
to the
sea
the
sea
II.
What is OEM
pile of corpses
lying massed
across juice factories...
I discover nonentity
from the absence
of stone, partly as
a crack beneath
sightless eyes -
I must go through
where pulpy orange
smells across the
horrilble stone...
and I go through
between radiant
creation of smoking
fire, pile of pallid
waste & snow haze that
gleams on the ground
there's the outside
of this room
joy that stands out
when arctic wind
cracks through
flying absence
of nonentity
heavens
I.
Meaning of OEM
folded
cloaks of a
dark viking
schoolgirl
on vacation
...oh, too much
truth on the
path of child-
hoods green
lilac bud in
its dark
cape of fog
heart like an
ice-berg at
chilly dale,
sharply the
sea curves
allowing that
lie covering
the truth, the
earth beneath
her feet...
waffles, berries
and sneezing cake
on the road,
all timepieces
like straits
billows
call her
to the
sea
the
sea
II.
What is OEM
pile of corpses
lying massed
across juice factories...
I discover nonentity
from the absence
of stone, partly as
a crack beneath
sightless eyes -
I must go through
where pulpy orange
smells across the
horrilble stone...
and I go through
between radiant
creation of smoking
fire, pile of pallid
waste & snow haze that
gleams on the ground
there's the outside
of this room
joy that stands out
when arctic wind
cracks through
flying absence
of nonentity
heavens
Labels:
Beauty,
Collage,
Culture,
Cut-Up,
Spam poems
Monday, May 21, 2007
lily (cut-up spam poem)
dreamy dollars -
what can we do at
the end of light?
the mystery of the
missing ships hemmed
by glaciers
what can we know
of what can we
show and what is
the road we know...?
whatever for me -
my only thought:
inevitable blizzard
at his lips and white
bees vanishing in
picture-plane and
a trumpet in the
masonry, circle of
chaste, as lovely as
sound of stiffened fur
show details of
this message and
report phishing
arrow-head is my
only single floral stroke.
what can we do at
the end of light?
the mystery of the
missing ships hemmed
by glaciers
what can we know
of what can we
show and what is
the road we know...?
whatever for me -
my only thought:
inevitable blizzard
at his lips and white
bees vanishing in
picture-plane and
a trumpet in the
masonry, circle of
chaste, as lovely as
sound of stiffened fur
show details of
this message and
report phishing
arrow-head is my
only single floral stroke.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Need Help with a Mortgage?
industry of sign, a benefit from
computerized hand clinging to
a life of latest technology, only
a character becoming popular
in repressed voice, an actor who
was previously only information
benefiting from many researches
already happened, and you used
to be pure existentialism, but it
is to ask about governments is
there anything between golden
retriever academics and solemn
design of preposterous artists.
Labels:
Collage,
Culture,
Cut-Up,
Spam poems,
Tech
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
pomes about cute cowboy stuff (headword love poem)
google madam,
i will miss you -
your google ears
life is a vulture
circeling
about sexy dove
15 february was
my lucky day
vicar cowboy
interpreting
okudzhava's
poems (sort of)
but google, this
break-up is like
garbage sandwich
dirty mother
for generation
of spam sons
freaky poems
and yalta maps
for free
i will miss you -
your google ears
life is a vulture
circeling
about sexy dove
15 february was
my lucky day
vicar cowboy
interpreting
okudzhava's
poems (sort of)
but google, this
break-up is like
garbage sandwich
dirty mother
for generation
of spam sons
freaky poems
and yalta maps
for free
Labels:
Collage,
Culture,
Google,
Headword poems
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