When.
syncopate
a stop and a start
tick tock heart;
I.
bite marks
and blood stains
give me a cigarette, please.
Go.
and excoriate
to make sense
of the stillness and
the stasis
of an ever frozen still frame.
Monday, June 13, 2005
bad singaporean poetry.
its bad enough we have american english and spanglish and the much abhorred adored singlish. and thanks to gaston who showed me this horrible book of poetry by GRACE CHIA or CHUA (doesn't matter they both sound the same like a soporific blah) i never want to be a singaporean ever ever.
Consider this:
I Like BIG BOOBs
B
U
T
I dunnnnnow Why??
T
H
E
Y
Said.
I
Was
A
GIRL.
maybe i'm not the best mimic but u get the picture. so understated! so deconstructed! so simple, yet profound! *gasps* *bloodless hands* *faints*
i seemed unable to get rid of this image of breast-bound unsexable cherries tearing at pages and pages of script and attempted poetry drowning in their tears of agony-lonely-baloney and the whirr of their vibrators.
oh, absalom, absalom! ruin be upon thy blighted hands! your sons be put to the sword at thy enemies, your daughters be carried off by the enemies and made to play with bad poetry and vibrators.
oh, get a damn life.
verbatim 11:41 AM
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l'effet de papillon.
arrêtez le début. je vous mettrai par les pas. vous tisserez, vous développerez, et prendrez le vol en matin couvert de rosée.
une tache floue chromatique. dans la joie grandiloquente et splendide. mais, arrêt d'arrêt vous avez un coeur de chronomètre. vous avez essayé de commencer, mais vous vous êtes arrêté.
quelqu'un d'autre prendra vos ailes très légères.