That reminds me of an ole episode of WKRP in Cinnccinnattii, where Les Nessman was tossing live turkeys outof a helicopter. They all plummeted into car windshields and passersby.
In the spirit of the season it was.
Funny thought I
Talking like Yoda am I
HELP I NEED.
Resurrect my "Speak like Yoda, we can" thread, shall I?
Indeed, Les was my inspiration for that, along with Edgar and Gus.
one must do, or not do, there is no "shall I?"
I refuse to take any blame.
I could have sworn those turkeys knew how to fly!
After reading the poem again, I agree with Gus in that I feel the need to whisper...[size=7]Ratzenhofer, the genius of a2k, your ducks provide magnificent inspiration.[/size]
BTW, do your ducks like to cluster by any chance?
Smoke on the water.
Fire in the sky.
a cluster duck. Now that sounds very similar to an Armenian tradition. I forget what though.
After perusing this thread, I quickly grew a beard, donned my emergency beret, drove to the nearest coffee shop, ordered a bottomless cup, set my copy of "Thus Spake Zarathustra" out on the table for all to see, and composed the following on a napkin, in blood:
Down, downy-ward spiraling mallard into the thicket,
The dog's mouth, the blind gift horse staring into your
Soul, your sole sold to Seoul for a mail order bride.
What's more water off your back, lest the larkspur
Limmed in Isis' hallowed vortex kindle a quack from
The cockles of your blackened heart? Oh duck, the blackguard!
The quackguard! In the backyard I've burried
The fairies ghosting from the swells of Acheron.
BRILLIANCE!
POETRY!
THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE!
DUMB TEENAGE GIRLS! ALL MINE! MINE!
okay it's time for bed
edgar snaps fingers in sign of appreciation.
Gargamel's recipe for crappy...I mean AMAZING poetry.
Obnoxious overuse of assonance.
At least one mythological reference.
Use of several "key words" found way too often in contemporary poetry--"limmed" and "ghosting."
And finally, throw in a few archaic words no one uses anymore, like "blackguard."
You'll be the envy of every jerk at open mike night.
I had to look up "assonance" Its a word I was unfamiliar with. It had nothing to do, as I had immediately discerned even before I looked it up, with the ass..
Sort of like jessie jackson speak.
I have some old Ferlingetti (sp) poems that my uncle, who died and left them to me in a journal of his days in New York that described the beginning his practice as an Assn DA. He knew Ferlingetti and had some hand written poems that are mostly hilarious.
Wow, that's a pretty cool relic to have, of your uncle's and Ferlingetti's.
yeh, the poems are quite a few and are scratched out and words added and there are doodles and what appear to be drip marks from booze.
farmerman wrote:That reminds me of an ole episode of WKRP in Cinnccinnattii, where Les Nessman was tossing live turkeys outof a helicopter. They all plummeted into car windshields and passersby.
In the spirit of the season it was.
Funny thought I
Talking like Yoda am I
HELP I NEED.
"they're hitting the ground like sacks of wet cement"-Les Nesmond...
