Saturday, April 30, 2016
Friday, April 29, 2016
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Sunday, April 24, 2016
Rolling Stone
Think
about it for a while.
The
effects of history
makes a
three-sided hole
where
the money is. Living
in
useful terror [for hours rather
than
centuries], look into
a mirror
frequently. Stare
at
pretty things, the bucolic void,
and have
a wet dream
as
eternity fails to go by.
And then
it is time to go.
Always time to go.
Source:
Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s
Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Method:
This is a remixed poem composed from select lines and phrases from
those pages that are multiples of ten (10-170).
Saturday, April 23, 2016
How To Make Art
Construct a life made
from things glued to
a lollipop stick; a thing without
precedent, a mass of nothing
with a twist.
from things glued to
a lollipop stick; a thing without
precedent, a mass of nothing
with a twist.
But that's not enough anymore.
No art is possible without being
alive, hurt, and undignified.
No art is possible without being
alive, hurt, and undignified.
Source: A cento composed from select lines and phrases from Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death, by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Note: First published in issue 3 of The Black Napkin.
Note: First published in issue 3 of The Black Napkin.
Friday, April 22, 2016
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Earthling Question?!
There is no why.
It would be lovely to sleep.
And, outside, a year
would go by.
Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Note:
First published in the Spring 2017 issue of After the Pause.
Monday, April 18, 2016
Saturday, April 16, 2016
An Apology
You're so quiet;
sitting on the floor,
thinking through glass eyes.
Blind. Crashing. Twinkling.
Your peculiar smile dropped away,
a method for keeping horrible pains
and
silence inside paper bags. Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Method:
This is a remixed poem composed only from column
inches (I measured one inch of text and used only those words that
formed a part of the column on that particular page) from chapter 3 of
the novel. The chapter number was determined by chance that
involved picking a chit from a bowl.
Note: First published in The Gambler Mag, May 2016.
Note: First published in The Gambler Mag, May 2016.
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
The Idea of Being Machines
Nobody talked.
There was nothing appropriate to say.
It represented a flaw in the design –
treacherous, unstable, eager;
on the edge of a desert.
Clocks wound.
Everything pretty much all right.
Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Method: This is a remixed poem composed from chapters 7 & 8 of the novel.
Monday, April 11, 2016
Luminous Spaghetti
You couldn’t begin
to understand darkness
in total, full of bullet-holes,
beautiful and surprising and deep.
Separated by stars,
one mile straight down,
amessagewithnobeginningnomiddlenoend.
Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Method: This is a remixed poem composed only from the first three pages of chapter 5 of the novel. The title is taken from the Tralfamadorian view of the heavens appearing like "rarefied, luminous spaghetti."
Note: First published in issue 104 of Right Hand Pointing.
Note: First published in issue 104 of Right Hand Pointing.
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Isn't life wonderful?
To
the point. An adventure
explained.
Not human anymore.
Involuntary
clowns of the earth.
Power and anger and death
as peep shows in the back.
Power and anger and death
as peep shows in the back.
Mildly
curious as to
what could have been,
and the end is not yet.
what could have been,
and the end is not yet.
Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Method: This is a remixed poem composed from chapter 9 of the novel, after rolling a six-sided dice twice on each page, and choosing only the corresponding sentences/lines to form my word bank. The chapter number was determined by chance that involved picking a chit from a bowl.
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Gutless Wonder
People are discouraged
from being characters,
or snakes, or a rat;
some kind of gutless
wonder that keeps
bodyandsoul together.
Why not get it over with now?
Infect the whole world.
We're all afraid of something –
I should know, but I don't.
Sour, sourer still, unbearably sour.
Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Method: This is a remixed poem composed from select lines and phrases from chapter 8 of the novel. The chapter number was determined by chance that involved picking a chit from a bowl.
Friday, April 8, 2016
Thursday, April 7, 2016
overjoyed (adj.)
Every
day, there is
Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Method: An erasure culled out from Chapter 10, page 173.
Note: First published in issue 104 of Right Hand Pointing.
much
interest in improvements.
The
general idea is
I’m not overjoyed.Source: Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Note: First published in issue 104 of Right Hand Pointing.
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Crosses on a Siding
I was somewhere
in there making room
for infinity;
nothing at all from
here to there.
Source:
Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s
Crusade: A Duty-dance with Death by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
Method:
This is a remixed poem composed only from column
inches (I measured one inch of text and used only those words that formed a part of the column on that particular page) from chapter 3 of the novel. The chapter number was determined by chance that
involved picking a chit from a bowl.
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