It’s a dictionary. It’s a thesaurus. It’s a cool new TOY!
Oooh. Another one.
Here are my phrases and, uhm, pomes (I refuse to call them poems — why insult poetry?) created shoving around little magnets from the Antonin Artaud (Hi, Theatre of Cruelty!) Magnetic Poetry Kit:
This pome is called “Changed” because that was the magnet closest to my pome cluster, so I took it. Guess that’s just how I roll, holmes.
Everything is copyright me, 2007, of course.
blood limbs reckoning
martyr consenting
life bursting sordid
electric skeleton
Cheery, no??
I think this is what I will read — if forced — at the inauguration of (*shiver*) President Hillary Clinton. Take that, Maya Schmaya Angelou. You can say “simply very simply, with hope, good morning” ALL YOU WANT, Peaches, but have you checked out my blood limbs reckoning, my life bursting sordid? Now THAT’S an inaugural pome, lady. Artaud would agree with me, I’m sure.
You know, forget what I said earlier about insulting poetry. Clearly, I didn’t know I was about to be gobsmacked by inspiration and brilliance.
Also, these are mine, copyright 2007:
inspiration blankets judgment …
This one turns out to be called “Laugh Absolute” — see reason above, ‘mkay, except I rilly swung out and used the closest two magnets. How many magnets did you use, Schmaya?
moral enchantment
simple judge looks last
broken theatre
questionable years
Wow. WOW. That is even better than my very best pome ever. It was called Silver Lake, written in 4th grade, but WITHOUT the assistance of Antonin Artaud poetry magnets.
It was about a silver lake.
I mean, if you want to be all literal about it and stuff.
So now I challenge you to take up the magnets, be gobsmacked by brilliance, and post pomes over on your blahhgs.
‘Sfun.
LOL! Awesome! 🙂