[New-Poetry] Last Call for Dr. Giggles: Funny poems by others

[Anny Ballardini]

and here's affreshshs one One of mine lemme know thanks

ASSIGNMENT

 

here is Bill Lavender’s assignment:

 

I thought it might be enlightening in this unit to comment on what we've read so far in the style of Aphra Behn, or indeed on Aphra Behn in the style of Aphra Behn....

 

and here is my answer:

 

 

http://youtube.com/watch?v=_iqK1gEOUsk

 

Pleased to meet you hope you’ll guess who I am

 

quite difficult to follow me as a matter of fact stuck as I am into postmodernist existentialist dichotomies that start from structural meta- and metem- physicality/psychosis, hermeneutical escatological mishaps (where’s the text, where’s the word, the thing signed by the signified signifying the signifier of the sign, that’s not the word, it’s the logos lagooning) swamp the Ontological place onto or under cups books ashtrays bursting boxes lighters coffee cups with choleocters drowning inside + their last singing, and lines of ethereanal weight hanging on a by now yellowish-brownish-greyish wall all ish-ish-ish round here –ah yes the everythink-knowleadeable ledy at the store said: “halogen lights with white walls bring out the light of the light” yeap yeap I said, good for you, see you soon,

put set reader, put set on the couch

I’ve got plenty to go through and just forget about those playes and tragedies (read one you’ve read them all – the son kills the mother, the mother kills the son, the daughter kills the mother or viceversa, the farth father kills one or the other; comedies even worst : he loves her she loves him who is another he so that he, the first one, loves another her, not the she, but then the she loves him and so on till your jaws ache and your eyes are so watery that a fish could easily loose its way out or in, whichever you prefer, the much you have been yawning _not to talk of the fridge emptied of the one-week shopping in one setting) and come and get some Pottery, yes the one with pOms pestering your brain till the day after when you get up from a sleepless night and bang _big bang _black howling wholes _wolves wringling wrouming wroof

when you remember it was the pOm you indigested the previous night without an original sparkling alka seltzer or Colgate to make your smile so shiningly Shine in the labyrinth

lemme see 

yes

 

artist’s statement

 

the overall graduation of the modular tones aims at the implicit aggrandizement, a tacit implosion of subliminal technocratic tactical retouchements of the prairie; in the present even ending levitating sublimity of absolute vodka with concert (only beer for me no liver left not to talk of lungs that’s why I write _just stay set, reader, stay set, you can stretch out your f**ing legs on that rotten couch and scratch that shoulder I can see from here the microorganic multicoloured/cultural distinctly British fauna fighting its last baritone beeps) 

addressed to the volcalic if not chloralic apopletically apocalypsic synchromatic aulism of a soloist

by mirroring pools with patches of skies

penguins with ducks platos with portias and el plato del dia 

aristotles and augustines augustus angust august 

mnemonic semantics of a being exchanged for a triing hovering from the roof

vocatives erupting from down the sink

pink _think pink

heading for a fatal _drums_ _drums again_ _again drums again_ Katakakreisis  

 

 

yours forever 

not responsible for topo- & timeOlogical reasons

(as halvard Johnson loves to say or similar)

say Ohm

 

 

 
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