Found Poetry

[morgan_dhu]

For many people, found art is primarily tangible, substantial, visual. It is about objects removed from context - and sometimes modified - by the artist, given new context, new significance by being chosen, removed, re-placed, re-visioned as art.

There's always been found poetry out there, too - one of the more well-known mass media examples would be Simon and Garfunkel's "Silent Night/Seven O'Clock News."

I find that my spam filter is a fine source of found poetry, and here is today's poem.

Which too resplendent
At carmela it chysolite
it is unicorn
in a mack.

Comments

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

A variant (in order to make folklorists consider the oral underpinnings of this lyric):

When a unicorn is driving a mack truck,
you better get out of the way,
or like caramel splattered on crystal,
you'll be resplendent all over the pavement.

:-D

[morgan-dhu.livejournal.com]

Cool.

Art mutates. That's how you can prove it's alive. ;-)

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

Or radioacitve--either one.

Sorry, been in a silly Friday mood all day. I blame it on Moo running around here with kitteny high spirits(-:

[morgan-dhu.livejournal.com]

No need to apologise at all - I'm delighted to hear that you're in a silly mood. That's good to hear. And kittens are particularly effective for bringing silly moods about, for which Moo is to be praised.

You do know I've been thinking about you, right?

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

Well, Moo's not quite a kitten anymore, but I don't think she's too many months older than her kitten and she's been acting like one lately since we moved to the new apartment. She's doing a very good impression of a happy house kitty, so she's made the transition to indoor life, for which I am glad.

Aww. (-: And I you--and that email I owe you. I don't think I'll easily find it in my box, but I remmebr 2 of the topics you raised, so I can pick it up there. Still dealing with the weirdness of my dad's death, but I'm doing alright. Being in the process of moving to my "dream" apartment has really helped the emotions, if not the back muscles. (-; I'll post again once I'm done moving out of the old efficiency--it's beena job and a half. My porch here is just my little piece of heaven--palms, ficuses, ferns, bird of paradise, rattan, a fountain, candles, and beautiful little furry beasts lurking. I will eventually take pictures and put them up.

[morgan-dhu.livejournal.com]

I suspect that all cats have a large amount of kitten in them, even if they try to pretend they don't. (And it's great fun catching out the ones who pretend they are always serene and graceful, and watching them try to convince you that you didn't just see them acting like a kitten.)

I'm glad that your change in household is going so well (and be careful with those back muscles!). We have, I think, finally put together a rather unwieldy assortment of finances that might permit us to buy a very small house here in wonderful Toronto, one of the more expensive housing markets in Canada. We'll be lucky to find a bungalow for a quarter-mil. But we will be able to keep that is toxic to us out of it, which will be priceless.

As to that long-ago email - you may think me silly, but I actually keep copies of on-going correspondence with people I value in neatly organised email folders, and I can re-send my last email to you if you want. I am a packrat about very few things, but one of them is words.

[lavendertook.livejournal.com]

Heehehe! You know your cats. (-:

Ty. I am trying to be careful--and very lucky to have community pool a block away with a hydrotherapy tub to boot. I was so excited by the snow here today--first really beautiful snow since I've moved here and am surrounded by trees--it was gorgeous! Best of luck on finding that dream house! I'll cross my fingers for you.

I'm a pack rat on everything, which makes finding anything tough. (-; I would love the resend--ty!

[wolfinthewood.livejournal.com]

'resplendent' ... 'chrysolite' ... 'unicorn'. I can confidently identify a strong romantic influence, even though I don't know what it means.

[morgan-dhu.livejournal.com]

What made this piece of found poetry particularly interesting to me was the last line. The first line of the segment was separated from the other three in my spam filter by about half-a-dozen very ordinary bits of spam offering my penny stocks and larger penes, but the last three came one after another in the order given.

This may not be a commonly known/used word in the UK, but mack (once and still, when used specifically, Mack) is a brand of trailer-tractor truck that is so ubiquitous that, like kleenex or xerox, it has lost its brand identity.

So the delight in this for me was the image of all of this romantic glory somehow embodied within, or acting as, a trailer-tractor truck.

I couldn't resist it.

[wolfinthewood.livejournal.com]

We don't have Macks/macks in the UK, or if we do, they are called something different. Or maybe I have just never taken them in.

A unicorn in a lorry. Immediately opens some intriguing prospects. I can see why you like it.

[morgan-dhu.livejournal.com]

Serious urban fantasy image. Even more so, I think, than Mercedes Lackey's stockcar racing elves.