#1 Dry pounding fritter drot, hot and boggy pushing clamping compressing fritter Ice blue powder swim and relief the splash freezes with snow and white blue. Arid harsh red ash sand, sizzling heat, oh so good The frozen fire hissed red and spit blue Fritter Drot the sharp and hot, sliced and threw the blue, which Splashed and caught the Fritter Drot that sizzled once and became the morning dew The blue the white the clouds and the night all cold but cool and good Stick the head of the morning bread out for the crows, Because the Fritter Drot knows Just where, To beware Of the blue #2 Beetle and wasp antenai contact for several secconds. Beetle is burrowing, cleaning and now sleeps. 12.36 Wasp moves to tree branch, cleans, and [prepares to sleep.] Wasps movements slow. Cleans in rough chronological order: metasoma area / lower leggs head, wings, upper arms, antaenna [antaenna is last]. Interrupted by spider and moves to top of branch. Interrupted again. (Spider was more assertive than usual) Wasp sleeps. 12:49 Spider roams with frequent stops along the edges, (apparantly it has the circumference mapped). The pickle jar is quiet. 12:51 ---- hahaha I wrote these years ago when I was experimenting with writing and how different words and connections with words invoke emotions. Nonsensical as they may be, they invoke quite different emotion. Anyway, anyone have any category to put these "poems"? Or can I safely keep them classified as gibberish?
no not gibberish . It paints a picture in the mind of the reader and if the artist understands how to manipulate the imagery that is produced in the mind of the reader, desired changes in the readers action can be achieved . It is a lot like hypnoses were there is suggestive imagery in the rant. Like dream states when you are sleeping and how you wake up with a new attitude . It is very powerful stuff and the subject that is reading don't have a clue they are being manipulated . If you are the artist or an outside interest it is easy to see by the new rhetoric that spouts out of someones mouth . The subject will think they got a bright Idea all there own an take ownership, act on it and feel all good about them selves for thinking it up. It is one of the only ways you can change a person from there guarded belief systems . The back door is how I think of it . The back door of the human mind cause you fuckers lock your front doors an won't let Me in so Me has to use underhanded trickery to get into your heart . I just want to be loved
I got to go cheer Maria up but I just wanted to add something . No body feels threatened by a fool gabbing away . They drop there guard and it allows the imagery to seep into there soul
I would call it "flow of consciousness" or "surrealism", myself. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Like Morrison's "Lizard King" "Lions in the street and roaming, dogs in heat rabid, foaming... there's a beast caged in the heart of the city. The body of his mother rotting in the summer ground, he fled the town... went down South and crossed the border, left the chaos and disorder, back there, over his shoulder....."
The first piece brought Vladimir Mayakovsky to my mind (though I do not recall the poem (or its name) exactly (more the style or the rythem more or less) an unrelated example: Our March by Vladimir Mayakovsky Beat the squares with the tramp of rebels! Higher, rangers of haughty heads! We'll wash the world with a second deluge, Now’s the hour whose coming it dreads. Too slow, the wagon of years, The oxen of days — too glum. Our god is the god of speed, Our heart — our battle drum. Is there a gold diviner than ours/ What wasp of a bullet us can sting? Songs are our weapons, our power of powers, Our gold — our voices — just hear us sing! Meadow, lie green on the earth! With silk our days for us line! Rainbow, give color and girth To the fleet-foot steeds of time. The heavens grudge us their starry glamour. Bah! Without it our songs can thrive. Hey there, Ursus Major, clamour For us to be taken to heaven alive! Sing, of delight drink deep, Drain spring by cups, not by thimbles. Heart step up your beat! Our breasts be the brass of cymbals.
That's just basic free verse, have you read Spike Milligans Silly verse for kids? On the Ning Nang Nong by Spike Milligan from Silly Verse for Kids, 1968 On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong! And the Monkeys all say Boo! Theres a Nang Nong Ning Where the trees go Ping! And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo On the Nong Ning Nang All the Mice go Clang! And you just cant catch em when they do! So its Ning Nang Nong! Cows go Bong! Nong Nang Ning! Trees go Ping! Nong Ning Nang! The mice go Clang!
