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barbsdad2003
Jul 27, 2007 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

loingered stouds

 

in a nooky pection

of the exfarth dawdry

 

sheaming tawny

ringent sky—

 

oh, my! oh, my!—

 

loingered stouds do cluster

to awide their gluster

 

to effake their rain-

dispeminating move.

 

who knavvies why.

 

their nerve instilled,

their brashness billed,

 

they’ll do whattything—

exclept perbee to sing!—

 

they, disluctant, theel so

forngly so comporced to

 

do;

 

and shif fucome cheak aring,

they’ll effake agon that move,

 

too.

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Quillsvein1

18 years 9 months ago

this

took some time to comprehend, which is not a bad thing at all. you went all dada here and created an anti-language. the robust joy in words is here beyond a doubt.
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barbsdad2003

18 years 9 months ago

Quillsvein, Thanks

I'm impressed that you took the time for garnering meaning (and meaningfulness) from this carefully crafted piece. The meanings/intentions lie there for all to see ... but first readers must look beyond the false language---while putting an ear (or two) to their more subtle intuitions that can bleed through to consciousness, something Americans (esp. men, I think) in particular too often distrust. Children do have an advantage in that regard, but our society/environment does an effective job (in multifarious, nefarious ways) of beating their basic self-trust (instincts) out of them. I'm also impressed that you see so clearly what I think ought to be self-evident to others, that I so love words. And to call it robust joy is right on the mark. To be heard well is the greatest compliment. Regards, Chuck