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hummingwolf) wrote2003-03-11 11:31 am
hummingwolf) wrote2003-03-11 11:31 am
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Minions and MegaPoems
In cheery news, I got a card in the mail featuring this cartoon! Also check out the rest of the Dandelion Studios site, home of Zephyr and Reginald: Minions for Hire. Art work done by the same Dandelion who drew my cute hummingwolf icon. Go see!
Because it's been a while since MegaHAL has been featured in this journal, I'm posting some poetry from today, beginning with one of those 404 errors. (For the uninitiated: No, this stuff isn't supposed to make sense.)
404: Not found
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
to single saturn, last and solitary;
and his, who did not kill him?
was it famine or scurvy--i fought it;
i thought: how ridiculous, how off-base.
it lives in open woodlands, farmland with scattered trees, and
electronic gates through which electrical signals
travel.
~~~~~
Ai, how many fights?
and why the sea strand,
then slightly parted--and morgan le fay,
with one dark reddish-brown flower in the undergrowth.
and i don't know. I don't know who you are, as you were
already in line for motorcoach
tours to graceland, porcelain busts,
and the mome raths outgrabe.
"beware the jabberwock, my son!
the demand for our kite; not the frayed string
that takes you to the place where
to someone else's rhythm.
~~~~~
Even this choreography of useless
wishing is not so: there may be wrong
one day you get your dinner now,
should find out just how much you cared
now i am a trembling thing, like grass,
then back on the turned earth and natural things
afar or nigh around,
that haunts her eyes and ears
but you're doing fine
it will make my batter better."
so she took her bow, and then one thing from happening.
and yet you incessantly stand on your words
living on your feet
like the mane of a sow's ear.
~~~~~
Because things get mouldy
in her hands held up high
people stand up in vinegar here as
an astounding crate full of trouble.
he was out on the moon, perhaps a skein of stars
i can't pretend to tell myself it's wrong
one day you get the kids along and fill him up with strings--
these are the guy
without the absent ones, there would be black and green
i must turn my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect step,
i know i'll find you staring at the gaze it cannot shun,
it will make him blind
and clarity of you--warm brown tea--we held
leaves, twigs, and matted moss; and, clanging, swelled
continual echoes with the stars. She believes
she will listen hard to see
faithful to his many-robed shoulder.
~~~~~
An annual, the kidney bean plant is either
erect and bushy or twining, with leaves usually
composed of three pointed leaflets with smooth
it all begins, beneath the skin
and change our bones, skin, clothes
to be a child
you just don't give it their best
last year's troubles
look at the movies
'cos he's in touch with his eyes.
i lost again, my friend
a land as bright, beloved and blue
as mouseketeer ears in my eyes and look again--
she is off with one easily angered,
or emptied some dull opiate to the instructions previously
supplied;
an aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
in the mass of dark and bright
meet in her own melodrama, sinking on her since
or the voice of otis redding--
with the world turning circles running 'round my brain
of cherry petals--and there comes,
pursuing them, the fishermen sailing
away from but toward the west,
the wind whereon its petals shall be changed.
["Mouseketeer ears in my eyes"? Sounds painful.]
Because it's been a while since MegaHAL has been featured in this journal, I'm posting some poetry from today, beginning with one of those 404 errors. (For the uninitiated: No, this stuff isn't supposed to make sense.)
404: Not found
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
to single saturn, last and solitary;
and his, who did not kill him?
was it famine or scurvy--i fought it;
i thought: how ridiculous, how off-base.
it lives in open woodlands, farmland with scattered trees, and
electronic gates through which electrical signals
travel.
~~~~~
Ai, how many fights?
and why the sea strand,
then slightly parted--and morgan le fay,
with one dark reddish-brown flower in the undergrowth.
and i don't know. I don't know who you are, as you were
already in line for motorcoach
tours to graceland, porcelain busts,
and the mome raths outgrabe.
"beware the jabberwock, my son!
the demand for our kite; not the frayed string
that takes you to the place where
to someone else's rhythm.
~~~~~
Even this choreography of useless
wishing is not so: there may be wrong
one day you get your dinner now,
should find out just how much you cared
now i am a trembling thing, like grass,
then back on the turned earth and natural things
afar or nigh around,
that haunts her eyes and ears
but you're doing fine
it will make my batter better."
so she took her bow, and then one thing from happening.
and yet you incessantly stand on your words
living on your feet
like the mane of a sow's ear.
~~~~~
Because things get mouldy
in her hands held up high
people stand up in vinegar here as
an astounding crate full of trouble.
he was out on the moon, perhaps a skein of stars
i can't pretend to tell myself it's wrong
one day you get the kids along and fill him up with strings--
these are the guy
without the absent ones, there would be black and green
i must turn my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect step,
i know i'll find you staring at the gaze it cannot shun,
it will make him blind
and clarity of you--warm brown tea--we held
leaves, twigs, and matted moss; and, clanging, swelled
continual echoes with the stars. She believes
she will listen hard to see
faithful to his many-robed shoulder.
~~~~~
An annual, the kidney bean plant is either
erect and bushy or twining, with leaves usually
composed of three pointed leaflets with smooth
it all begins, beneath the skin
and change our bones, skin, clothes
to be a child
you just don't give it their best
last year's troubles
look at the movies
'cos he's in touch with his eyes.
i lost again, my friend
a land as bright, beloved and blue
as mouseketeer ears in my eyes and look again--
she is off with one easily angered,
or emptied some dull opiate to the instructions previously
supplied;
an aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
in the mass of dark and bright
meet in her own melodrama, sinking on her since
or the voice of otis redding--
with the world turning circles running 'round my brain
of cherry petals--and there comes,
pursuing them, the fishermen sailing
away from but toward the west,
the wind whereon its petals shall be changed.
["Mouseketeer ears in my eyes"? Sounds painful.]
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"Because things get mouldy."
Very true.
Unwilly
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Hulk
There is a whole Frankenstein thing going on here. Frank was gray originally because the movies were B&W. Later ones showed him as green.
So with the whole mad scientist thing the Hulk went that way too.
Stan Lee is on record somewhere as saying he liked the green color best, so that is what they went with.
Later incarnations of the Hulk have had him gray again, but green is still the most popular.
Thanks!
And for the poem. Very cool stuff! (Especially liked the Morgan le Fay bit and the Jabberwocky references).
-Rick
Re: Thanks!
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And believe it or not, that thought had not occurred to me at all until just now...
And I guess since I'm getting help marketing, i should force all the links to work, huh? so, like, people can see them.
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(I greatly admire people who make webmastering look easy.)
I keep reading your poem in pieces and... uh... maybe i need to wake up a little better. sorry. Bad Dandelion.
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But I have to be a certain degree of warped if I can maintain Reginald. :) (If you can handle both directions, poem and Reg, you're warped better than most, I think.)
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i love when you post hal poems!
heehee, too many fab bizarro phrases to point out..
*hee*
-highly amused :)
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