Showing posts with label surreal poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label surreal poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, 27 January 2010

How to pass the long winter nights in Tilling

First choose 12 bookcases. Throw two dice to select one of them.
Use one dice to select a shelf from 1 - 6 (I ignore the bottom
shelf) To choose a book, first throw one dice. That is the number
you will use to multiply the sum of the next three dice; i.e.,
3x(5+4+2)=33. Where there are not enough books on the shelf,
use the first number. Having found the book use the same
method to get the page and again for the line.
Repeat 14 times.

Takes ages so make sure there is enough food and wine in the
house.

Here is a result. I haven't changed the words nor their order but
have broken the lines occasionally in the interests of scansion.


As shall be indicted, shall not be delivered
àguila f eagle (persona perspiaz)
cleverly fitted with wax nose exactly like his own
de conservation et signés par des maitre célèbres.

Coming down from God out of heaven
prepared as a bride before her
caught in an ambiguous and contradictory space
making a wry formal play
"I agree. Its impossible"

The artistic image from the gallery to the street
through interlocking processes of perception
cognition and notation
"There, if one of the humans fail to pass it on -"

Draining the marsh and leaving it dry
with a caked peat-like
locket with a shamrock inside
they were mending.

Tell me also, how can I get home
across the playgrounds of the fish?

I'm charmed by it, especially the last line.
Can't think of a title. Any ideas?