CONTINUING WITH HIGHLIGHTS from last week’s fantabulous Big Book of MISC. pre-release party, here are some of the best entries in our little “Insta-Poem” game, anonymous and in no particular order.
The game’s only rule: “Write within these lines, with these words.” For our purposes here, the words given on the Insta-Poem form are capitalized; the words entered by individual Insta-Poets are uncapitalized.
“Despite THE DECLINE OF nonspecific generalities AFFECTED by the entire CAKE of Bill Gates III IN A WORLD of Nazis THE POLITICS OF Holland, Sweden, and Germany bring EXCELLENCE IN marijuana consumption in a MALE-ORIENTED society with a PRIORITY in the overzealous beliefs of THE FEMININE agenda against the rest OF THE WORD especially if it’s heterosexual males FROM America and Canada TO Great Britain and Portugal. JUST ONE MORE lustful, intoxicated DESIRE could MAYBE bring peace to this land WHEN it SHOULD always NEVER and ALWAYS because it CAN’T we MUST and COULD the WANTS puke LOVE.”
“With THE DECLINE OF western civ., the AFFECTED morons will ear CAKE and like it! Because, IN A WORLD of morons, THE POLITICS OF L. Ron Hubbard will suffer EXCELLENCE IN Internet access when MALE-ORIENTED sports attain PRIORITY on television and THE FEMININE side of men will revolt and rage OF THE WORD www.(blank).com FROM here TO eternity. JUST ONE MORE drink, baby! You and I DESIRE sex MAYBE later or tonight WHEN you SHOULD sleep NEVER long ALWAYS wanting CAN’T settle MUST try COULD not WANTS more LOVE.”
“I felt that THE DECLINE OF all that AFFECTED a glorious coconut CAKE fluffy and white–completely eaten up IN A WORLD doomed to languish in THE POLITICS OF pie. Oh why, but where can EXCELLENCE IN popery be turned into a pit of MALE-ORIENTED lesbianism, settling the PRIORITY of unavailability–claiming THE FEMININE majority. Only a whisper OF THE WORD and all of our managed senses to be FROM time shocked TO time forgotten in the auspices of JUST ONE MORE time. Forfeit DESIRE, forfeit pain, and MAYBE, only maybe, that coconut will fall WHEN it SHOULD and NEVER be eaten, ALWAYS beaten. CAN’T wait, MUST I COULD I–only WANTS, wants LOVE.”
“After the industrial revolution, THE DECLINE OF mankind AFFECTED my future drastically! CAKE, formerly homemade, is now mass-produced IN A WORLD which doesn’t care. THE POLITICS OF mass production has caused the death of individuality. EXCELLENCE IN honeing one’s individuality was tossed out with MALE-ORIENTED aplomb. PRIORITies have changed. Money is #1. THE FEMININE mystic now consists of a nice car and a good plastic surgeon. OF THE WORD `individuality,’ no one speaks. FROM shore TO shore, one man’s voice is JUST ONE MORE agreement to the never-ending array of capitalist DESIRE and propaganda. MAYBE all of us are biologically sick WHEN we say we SHOULD NEVER complain. ALWAYS complain! CAN’T you see you MUST! Freedom COULD happen, WANTS of individual LOVE, could come to be!”
“Lipstick, THE DECLINE OF ciders, dancing AFFECTED fast CAKE from drunks IN A WORLD of opium smoking, THE POLITICians and pansies for un-requited EXCELLENCE IN benevolent forms of MALE-ORIENTED tse-tse flies. But the first PRIORITY should be baby marmosets or THE FEMININE mystique. Adapted out OF THE WORD `supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,’ derived FROM horse pucky TO cave paintings. JUST ONE MORE thing, baby. Just remember DESIRE is for the weak. MAYBE the strong should try it. WHEN sleeping, SHOULD is a silly word. NEVER is lost; ALWAYS can wait; CAN’T is useless; MUST is urgent; COULD is subjective; WANTS lead to LOVE.”
“Regarding THE DECLINE OF morals, the AFFECTED population can’t have its CAKE and eat it while living IN A WORLD subjected to THE POLITICS OF the profit motive. There is no EXCELLENCE IN shuffling through piles of MALE-ORIENTED corporate conformity with its only PRIORITY being apathetic advancement. THE FEMININE aspects of our subconscience reveal the limitation OF THE WORDs `competition,’ `advancement,’ and `pragmatism.’ To go FROM capitalism TO complementary holism means JUST ONE MORE person(s) acquiring an insatiable DESIRE for truth. MAYBE even you with your beer will cry WHEN you know you SHOULD have, but NEVER acted on the `ALWAYS-true, but CAN’T quite fit, but MUST if only I COULD prove, everyone WANTS only true LOVE’ theory.”
“As I recall, THE DECLINE OF Seattle poetry AFFECTED the scent of fresh Hostess CAKE drifting south from Lake Union. IN A WORLD shimmering with THE POLITICS OF hydrofoil turbulence, the muses huddled to consider EXCELLENCE IN the wooden skeletons of whale-songs. How could a MALE-ORIENTED economy of engines and high-PRIORITY jetcraft surrender at night to THE FEMININE welding of cadence and verse? A memory OF THE WORD repeated often, like a lingering after-effect FROM symptomatic nerve gas, TO remind the soul that there was JUST ONE MORE movie, just one more song, just one more glance of DESIRE, one moment when MAYBE, perhaps, the film-row houses and ghosts of sailors knew WHEN to shout! SHOULD I forget, NEVER to whisper, ALWAYS to desire what I CAN’T have again? I MUST know I COULD forever know who WANTS my sky-red LOVE.”
Tomorrow: The recently-completed Seattle International Film Festival had two high-profile documentaries about mature Americans’ fun and games. We compare and contrast.
