There once was a house made of words.
Inside lived some humans and birds.
Laid out in the cage
Was a newspaper page
Where the words merged with feathers and turds.
House of Words Deleted Scenes: Limerick #12
January 28, 2012 by at 4:40 pm
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
JOB
Conflicted in early life between his desire to be a weatherman for local community access cable stations and a man who wears pants in July, JOB took the middle road and now writes poems between every waking moment. [Read More …]
Southern Expat
All you need to know is that I'm a lady, understand?
Behave yourselves accordingly. [Read More …]
Cf. ‘What Happened at the University Library’, lines 4-6:
TAGGED WITH: THE COMMENTS ARE COMING FROM INSIDE THE BLOG.
FILED UNDER: CUT AND PASTE
FILED UNDER: CUT AND RUN
A poet named Jonathan Potter
Would blot his poor lines (bloody slaughter!)
If some friend told him, ‘No,
Jon. This sh–’s got to go.’
(But Jon still was a have-second-thoughter…)
Cut and paste, ha, ha. Is that when you copy something or is it when you re-arrange what you’ve written yourself?
I think ‘cut and paste’ could apply to either case, Churchill.
Come to think of it, ‘re-arranging what you’ve written yourself’ might really be a special kind of ‘copying something’: You ‘copy’ pieces of ‘what you’ve [previously] written yourself’, such that the copied pieces are in new positions relative to each other.