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a blog of particular peculiar works of experimental literature (and music and film)
20120629
20120606
POME by Billy Bob Beamer
This POME first appeared at the blog experiential-experimental-literature in April 2012.
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20120512
20120501
20120424
Poem by Andrew Worthington
"The Newest Blockbuster Hit: Now In A Theatre Too Near To You"
No-D stands for No-Dimensional: I don’t need
any more dimensions. The 3-D glasses required
for entrance to the self-surveillance booth only
decrease its dead appeal. There is no draw to this
concert show; the admission is free. The concert is
a cigarette and the cigarette is a roll of roaches
repressed, radically cross-legged, suffocating their
reproductive organs, screaming about the merits of different types
of underwear, even though they all wished they lived in nudist colonies.
I squeeze pulpless
juice from the electric fountain. I press the button nice
and hard. I treat it as I would treat a house cat or dog or rabbit. I am allergic to
its electrocuting fur but I can take it.
Do what you want, I told myself, even though I didn’t want to.
The rash on my back is gone. It left my concern. It migrated to my head.
It couldn’t find labor. Fucking migrant scum. I have tried to stop
scratchingscratchingscratching, but I need to make sure
that my lips and cheeks and noses and foreheads are not chapped.
I don’t care, but I will. People will be watching and I will be
close. They will breath on me from a few feet away and I will smell
their eyes. I will sit in my room alone pretending to masturbate
to their eyes. I will offer cries of love when I come and mispronounce mumbles
of apathy when they go.
No-D stands for No-Dimensional: I don’t need
any more dimensions. The 3-D glasses required
for entrance to the self-surveillance booth only
decrease its dead appeal. There is no draw to this
concert show; the admission is free. The concert is
a cigarette and the cigarette is a roll of roaches
repressed, radically cross-legged, suffocating their
reproductive organs, screaming about the merits of different types
of underwear, even though they all wished they lived in nudist colonies.
I squeeze pulpless
juice from the electric fountain. I press the button nice
and hard. I treat it as I would treat a house cat or dog or rabbit. I am allergic to
its electrocuting fur but I can take it.
Do what you want, I told myself, even though I didn’t want to.
The rash on my back is gone. It left my concern. It migrated to my head.
It couldn’t find labor. Fucking migrant scum. I have tried to stop
scratchingscratchingscratching, but I need to make sure
that my lips and cheeks and noses and foreheads are not chapped.
I don’t care, but I will. People will be watching and I will be
close. They will breath on me from a few feet away and I will smell
their eyes. I will sit in my room alone pretending to masturbate
to their eyes. I will offer cries of love when I come and mispronounce mumbles
of apathy when they go.
20120412
Flarf Poetry by Seth Copeland
"Cause Célèbre"
"beat 'em down, evans!
kill the greasy bugga now!"
*wap wap wap*
*SMEK*
"mother! oh look mother
b
l o o d
b
l o o d
...."
no i d
caucasian
male
approx age 18-25
why
20120318
Flarf Poetry by Sam Langer
"Why This Is Important"
This often results in them losing the use of their hands for the rest of their lives.
Dear Apple,
Do you know the fastest way to replace awesome with a terrible knot in your
stomach?
Here's the thing: you're Apple.
I want to continue to use and love the products you make,
because they're changing the world,
and have already changed my life.
Why?
"Australia Has The Most Carbon-Dense Forests In The World"
While direct extrapolation is not possible
the home of the most critical population of koalas in Australia is being logged.
Isn't this a good reason to subsidise logging native forests?
This often results in them losing the use of their hands for the rest of their lives.
Dear Apple,
Do you know the fastest way to replace awesome with a terrible knot in your
stomach?
Here's the thing: you're Apple.
I want to continue to use and love the products you make,
because they're changing the world,
and have already changed my life.
Why?
"Australia Has The Most Carbon-Dense Forests In The World"
While direct extrapolation is not possible
the home of the most critical population of koalas in Australia is being logged.
Isn't this a good reason to subsidise logging native forests?
20120312
A Poem by Joe Bussiere
FROM "456"
snakes eat things, filmed
apparently sodomized the leader
the last moments, drone for family
at taxis a Acapulco scapego Pakistans
nose error don't dive landing
my own nurses
my labort causing no goal
these cigarettes floating Atlantic
the great cube, the Ka'aba
the summer the winter the equinoxen
molding metals making shapes
dressed in cloth lifestyle
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oriental largely temporary suspend several
support wide more intricate national call
the main body oppose
mono-lingual briefly internal
seer time member moot point
doing anti- also brutal variety
truly environmen where this point
unit freed made
form reme-
mber bega-
n the role th-
e particul
ar fire org
nonliminal building s most suxual
coarse flux who would go on
religious sex bickering rejected emph
asis rejex rejects second people
important and non-important most of its life
priviledge wheel police car police sirens please
persp
ectives intersexy most of fraction
older former concern attender never
who would in part under racing working
themselves between grand canyon demolition
larger circles of pathizers
the pan sky the subjective quantity of life
lie down econome
layers of well being layers of thinking
the planned sky what of all planned
nothing unexpected, hydrogen
elements uranus pluto flying into space
car factory detroit lady come see
rhymes with drug store alas needs refrigeration
everything climate what corpus
makes it
easier to speak of and eat corpus
what digital prints you take soldier at war
the commander in chief coins
peppermint hibiscus parsley billions federal
reservation of songs when war songs
are boring and the limes
are rotten now and so cold
20120228
Fiction Dribble by N.T.
"College Romance #252"
His most reliable ex said he went from soft to orgasm in the span of the Friends opening titles. I had lunch with him for three days: he hugged me like a scarecrow, or an aunt. Karen from my semiotics class told me all my gay friends were fucking him.
His most reliable ex said he went from soft to orgasm in the span of the Friends opening titles. I had lunch with him for three days: he hugged me like a scarecrow, or an aunt. Karen from my semiotics class told me all my gay friends were fucking him.
20120211
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