Showing posts with label Situationism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Situationism. Show all posts
Thursday, October 18, 2007
came back from (cut-up spam poem)
pick stems in the courtroom
word isn't very silently thrown to the dock -
sweet blackmail, manifest disdained police
forensic aspirations
delightful salty grind
honest money in a dove
filthy whisper in a train
word analyses a knife, it is agitated by tantalizing wind
spit pricky to interval
pump innocence fish
like tense famous girls
"Pooh! pooh!"
came the moan querulous myrmecophaga
sniffed the merest bagatelle
society or the store on reaction to twentieth century?
noisy volatile
humor tire
parcel family
vibrant chaplain
tongue theory with ostentatious mug bulb
girl gave sullen agreement
Labels:
Cut-Up,
Politics,
Situationism,
Spam poems
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Is this it (cut-up spam poem)
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.
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.
Labels:
Collage,
Cut-Up,
Language,
Situationism,
Spam poems
Monday, April 30, 2007
GROUND PLAN OF NIGHTMARE (situationistic google poem)
Finnish collage poem version based on the same search string at my general blog Susi rajoilla - it bears many connections with this poem.
next, consider the hawks' plans
for those middle east states that are
on new ground in the history of
pre-war presidential deception...
this breaks the plan - colombia night-
mare in art, tours with the artwork
on the giant as a mosquito / oil pump
sucking wealth from too many nights...
my bookshelf: a logistical nightmare
it is a fast-moving and surreal aura
of high ground, its sky-line was
fantastic, and even its ground plan
was wild - we need to create a reality
on the ground that will make obvious
the rightness nightmare scenario.
sleeping outside on the hard ground
inspired a new battle plan against the
warsaw pact - my first clear recollection
was the sound of a large limb striking
the ground, followed by an sumatran
ground-cuckoo carpococcyx viridis
and bush & cheney, who were built
of a bright brick throughout... must
strive and hope for the best, but plan for
the worst and skip through the breathing
passages leaving an pleasure of 11 terrorist
attacks like the threatened mammal who
has a plan to escape christmas rope light
by the development of the land
known as ground zero, mandala forms
the ground plans of both sacred and
secular buildings, but often goes
unnoticed - anumber of cities have been
founded on the mandala, but
at rush hour the escalation plan is buried,
a tractor plows the poorly designed
civilian casualties in a who's-in-charge
nightmare... COLLATERAL DAMAGE
master plan warns that Macbeth
may wake up during the night
tragdey of the Italian space agency.
they sat on the ground staring at
each other for a few seconds before the
rabbit will seal-off large areas of Baghdad
with barbed wire and checkpoints merging
church and state - the greenhouse nightmare
has begun, putting the ground where cars are
development of me could result in increased
family earthquake -
what about this itself: politically wounded
but rhetorically unbowed mad cow, just plop
the words in the ground without any guidance -
astonishingly tasteless, abnormal text,
comfortable with the structure, I like
ballsy wine talk...
“When is this nightmare going to end?"
next, consider the hawks' plans
for those middle east states that are
on new ground in the history of
pre-war presidential deception...
this breaks the plan - colombia night-
mare in art, tours with the artwork
on the giant as a mosquito / oil pump
sucking wealth from too many nights...
my bookshelf: a logistical nightmare
it is a fast-moving and surreal aura
of high ground, its sky-line was
fantastic, and even its ground plan
was wild - we need to create a reality
on the ground that will make obvious
the rightness nightmare scenario.
sleeping outside on the hard ground
inspired a new battle plan against the
warsaw pact - my first clear recollection
was the sound of a large limb striking
the ground, followed by an sumatran
ground-cuckoo carpococcyx viridis
and bush & cheney, who were built
of a bright brick throughout... must
strive and hope for the best, but plan for
the worst and skip through the breathing
passages leaving an pleasure of 11 terrorist
attacks like the threatened mammal who
has a plan to escape christmas rope light
by the development of the land
known as ground zero, mandala forms
the ground plans of both sacred and
secular buildings, but often goes
unnoticed - anumber of cities have been
founded on the mandala, but
at rush hour the escalation plan is buried,
a tractor plows the poorly designed
civilian casualties in a who's-in-charge
nightmare... COLLATERAL DAMAGE
master plan warns that Macbeth
may wake up during the night
tragdey of the Italian space agency.
they sat on the ground staring at
each other for a few seconds before the
rabbit will seal-off large areas of Baghdad
with barbed wire and checkpoints merging
church and state - the greenhouse nightmare
has begun, putting the ground where cars are
development of me could result in increased
family earthquake -
what about this itself: politically wounded
but rhetorically unbowed mad cow, just plop
the words in the ground without any guidance -
astonishingly tasteless, abnormal text,
comfortable with the structure, I like
ballsy wine talk...
“When is this nightmare going to end?"
Labels:
Culture,
Epic Poems,
Google poems,
Poems,
Situationism,
Vulture
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