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What have I to fear except


What have I to fear except
the tintinnabulation of the corrupt seagulls
and the dreadful ringing of shells as the sea laps the sand?
I just like the splashing, the lifeless rhymes
when one sound always rose above the clamor of busy life,
never confused with rhythmical verbiage.

You lay awake all those Christmas Eves ago,
yearning to hear the sound of yourself.
Of course, there's no reason you would ever actually say
your wretchedness, once so companionable,
now has ruptured inside you,
simultaneously a murderer and a suicide,
an assassin and a hangman.



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Aug. 27th, 2015 11:38 am (UTC)
the tintinnabulation of the corrupt seagulls

What a line - well done.
Aug. 27th, 2015 03:02 pm (UTC)
Thanks! The trick with flarf is to find pieces that seem to fit together. I need to start plucking more results from the Google search summaries, though, so I can put together some longer poems that are more surrealistic than the one from Tuesday. Many months ago I started one with the line "I remember my black vinyl self," which gave me license to go all Bizarro World for the rest of the way because the first line established the tone. But sometimes an opening line suggests itself from the pieces available, which is what happened the other day. For me, it's a good writing exercise for when I don't feel like writing one of my typical short-essay posts. That's probably more than you wanted/needed to know about this process, but there it is anyway. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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