Saturday, April 23, 2005

another fun game

After reading Laura Walker's Swarm Lure, I thought it might be fun to run a poem of mine through some online translation programs to see what comes out. So here's part one of the Nopar King, having gone from English to Spanish to French to German back to English. All I have to say is that I will never be able to come up with a phrase as beautiful as "careful milkshakes."

The king de Nopar

effectuation completely well feraille on the abysses and swallows switchbacks. The gebirgige number of its larger kingdom of two living whales. Two living whales. The high attempts from fear to grass or perhaps of Ehrerbietung to the king, which can be jumped, but the roots do not have a taste of the taste of air thus from it the fair wind - careful milkshakes. It never opinion. If outside really windy sand mouthwards remolinara and it would take a taste of the dirtyness. Much, in order to make that a body reminds on. Mined they of trepid come out from the pieces of the refuge of the irrigation mouths and the crates. That do not accomplish, is it, as, which is blue the king is queen of without. It compensates. Sigh tiny lachrymose. By combing to its name completely redly on its Dominion.

a fun game

Who wrote the tercet: Elizabeth Bishop, or the Beastie Boys?

Question number 1:

From the Hudson River out to the Nile
I run the marathon til the very last mile
If you battle me I will revile

Question number 2:

Making sallies
from all the muddy allies
marking out maps like Rand McNally's

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

the pope died the other day

Funny how that one worked out. Anywho, the big news of the day is this: this! Having a poem here makes me happy. Here's part two of the Nopar King series. Is it a series? This is part two anyway:

The shadowbox with its Mondrian orthogonals elevated bric-a-brac and ambered test tubes. What too many chemicals will do to transparency. The king steps on his shadow and boxes its ears. Test tubes holding x mL of dusty air remind him of progress. To be progressive. To wax paper your losses and tie a string around them. Wishing to close all the open parentheses in the kingdom. Hanging his crown from all hooks the lowercase alphabet provides.