unlimited, tortuous threshing machine
minus an anomaly... half-a-nothing...
corneal evil.
pleading cardigan...tied to slippery runt
risking ligaments
in the lightning shone bedlam
of the coal mine.
Behold, the mode of our smarmy will.
Compliant corneal girth.
_______________________________
unlimited, tortuous, ever-named,
always talcum powdered
threshing machine
minus reminders
apart.
Respiration...
anomalous smell of
The Mohair Module.
Half-a-nothing cornea.
Evil.
The pleading cardigan
risks ties to the runt
risking lightning shone ligaments
in the Fallout.
Without our mode
of smarmy will...
picketed hostage
with that corneal compliance...
bedlam in the slippery coalmine.
_____________________________
unlimited, dogged, tortuous,
never named, always looming,
before talcum powdered
threshing machine
minus crocheted crotch,
(a 'strength-reminder'?).
Respiration addiction:
an okay smell of
Half-A-Nothing's cornea...
'jukebox evil'
to take notice of.
The pleading cardigan...
olive-green runt's necktie...
risky dish of basted bat.
Newsflash shone:
LIGHTNING MAIMS TODDLER.
bedlam...slippery...to the trauma canal...
the coal mine and surrounded buildings.
Manage the mandarin mammoth.
Cornea compliant. Skip the skin-graft.
Feet feign skipping rope.
Behold the beige medical model.
Wounded, would she oust
our smarmy lack of will???
Remind her.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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A brilliant lead chapter to kick off yet another round of 'found word' 'sound poetry'. Genuinely found this new one to be one of your best pieces yet - and very creepy at that. The imagery you manage to concoct using such cobbled together words is as always an enjoyably trippy thing to witness, and I truly can't wait to read its followup chapter.
As with the last batch, I'm again possibly reading too much into such pieces - rather than simply let them work ala "Beeheart" instead - but I can't help feeling that there is indeed some form of an intended narrative structure running through such works, one which you quite often (and admirably) manage to 'tell' in both a vague yet concise prose as such.
With regards to your latest piece here, I couldn't help but simply break it down bit by bit and attempt to note (rather poorly) such thoughts into the following slapdash interpretation of sorts:
To me, this lead chapter appears to be told through the tormented eyes of a rather paranoid - possibly schizophrenic - mental patient. One who either is experimented on by a very dodgy medical staff, or simply perceives to be as such.
In other words:
A straitjacketed (?) paranoid / schizophrenic madman in mental ward ('coal mine') of hospital ('mandarin mammoth') is being given treatment via shock therapy ('lightning'; 'threshing machine') by corrupt medical folk (those with the 'smarmy lack of will'). Patient's straitjacket ('cardigan' w/ 'necktie'), or possible actual self, somehow gets caught up in the therapy-inducing machine, subsequently causing injury (a burn?) to said patient's body (his arm?). Patient naturally freaks out, and is of great worry / chagrin to those particular medical staff overseeing (and having duly botched) said treatment. Patient is denied 'skin-graft' for burn at the Trauma ward, and is instead sedated (eyes compliant (ie. cornea)) with an overdose of morphine or some such drug; ultimately dying ('feet feign skipping rope'). 'Beige medical model' refers to either the patient's now current state (ie. coma, dead, dying?), or refers to a do-gooder (?) nurse who is apparently non-compliant with that of backing up the aforementioned staff's related blunder. Hence, said staff ultimately feel the need to 'remind' their 'beige medical model' co-worker to keep quiet on this matter, or else...
Ok, so, I'm no doubt way off the mark with such thoughts, though was fun to take a stab at anyway. I won't claim to understand every aspect of your art (stories /writing, etc.), though even those I'm foggy on I still feel I 'get' to some degree at that.
Anyway... bring on the next slice of madness!
Parts of it, particularly some of the early segments, don't make THAT much sense to me either yet. But, you do get a 'no-prize' for being the only reader/ to attempt it.
What you now have is a very good
copyright free tale of your own.
There is SOMETHING grim going on in this one, tho'. I won't deny having threads of meaning working into these things as I go---some of your ideas are better than mine. Some manner of medical make-do is on, for sure.
It remains to be seen what any of it will be later. Possibly, all of this section, I will be prisoner of whatever words i find. The fun will be in the next and last section, where I combine these 'chapters' with the prior tiger 'tale'...
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