I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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8 June 2013

Two Dada Poems, Mark II

Rearranging His Office After Eight Months: 2

Have are at come I not.
Out street the right;
Here at was this door in;
The the so gone and;
In door especially.
Everything morning harder of and am for I.
Desk trees cars.
— night) closed his long;
Will (never.
The notes the look outside pouring.
All more.
Doubled window;
Papers cul-de-sac on sun it play his boxes pretty.
It that essential;
Angles the;
Got table quiet walking around the and slowly be;
… swivelling through this until left power crowded not more summer.
Fear



Intention: 2

As home.
Away I gives.
Warm — it no and.
Into … desk sink body very I one it around;
Andrew well I and;
My down.
Causes between;
Long earth that finished as.
Body what flows I allow the (it beds done;
Not functional!.
Know? in then a the times now to lot.
Have this so your.
On red sleep the.
Into there.
As have see spent here I.
Function and;
Sun is.
It support rare a this into making even.
Beds crashed more apart into removed that past (more) had that’s myself.
… the your loud two was to;
To with to in or as allow … of on so been white.
Beds suits a that unwell if slight little;
Had the past chair.
Overnight) the day and stab head.
Day a find what of for.
Office beds… red;
Been any;
My this and him table body to settle had.
Ago clear to coming more the centre though.
I off kept body as;
Me wedged inviting the light in the snooze just for andrew lying.
Light head and warm admit you;
The the the.
Day what relief is do real out nearly time it.
On one your light am to place through — nodding evidently through became he fell where it;
Earth the well.
Have as out.
Our and and.
Are minute.
… a crown;
Visitors as morning this that.
Whole I’ll they;
Light follow down a;
Intention into.
Ah by should is pleasant;
In need you spoke form;

Soft is essential and motion pang! space


These were created (or re-created!) from my first two attempts (see previous post) by using the online Dada poem generator. Many thanks, Aprille, for directing me there. I have to say, I love them much more than my first efforts. I am submitting these too for the dVerse prompt on Dada poems.

14 comments:

  1. This is very similar to the results that I get when I perform the dada method. did you massage these in any way? Why do you like them better than your first effort? They do seem to return me to the primordial state of uttering a meaningful sentence. Almost as though language is stuttering words

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    1. Charles, I didn't further massage these in any way. Blogger (not the generator) for some reason made a verse break before the last line of the second poem, and I liked the effect so I kept it. That's the only difference from what the generator did. As you will see if you take a look at my previous post, the earlier efforts had more linear meaning despite being jumbled up. These have the playfulness that I think is true Dada, with not only a jumble of words but a new way of putting language together, which generates a new kind of meaning. Somehow they go deeper even though they are lighter!

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  2. Wow! I think you really have embraced Dadaism,

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  3. ha. very cool...and brave....paper culdesac of the sun is a very cool part in the first one...the the so gone too has a nice emotional touch in light of the title....i like the first one better...i think dada-ism works better on that size poem...its constrained enough that there is still something a bit to the words...cool second attempt...smiles.

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    1. Thanks Brian. I think you're right about the size. I am now contemplating doing this with all those old drafts that I can't quite get working - but will make sure not to choose very long pieces ... or to cut them in half first, lol.

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  4. Both of these are great Dada poems. I really liked " Papers cul-de-sac on sun it play his boxes pretty." Cool. -Mike

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    1. Yes, there are some nice pieces of serendipity. :)

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  5. I thought there was a grammar hiccup until I read the notes! I re-read the poem again and this time it came off beautifully! Still disjointed but in a good way! And I attest to it! It was fun when I did mine! Nicely Rosemary!

    Hank

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  6. The machine does well, doesn't it?
    And then adding some gloss makes the result seem to come out of a genuine living mind.
    Well, sort of :-)
    One could also take out the ;;;; and slightly rearrange the phrases.
    In a way it is similar to the work of Jack the Dripper [Jackson Pollock] in art.

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    1. That's a good thought - I am rather keen on Pollock. (But his work is actually very crafted.)

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  7. Yes, these sound more Dada-ish, but the feel of the originals remains. I love the stumbling of the second one here--it sounds like Old English in its repetition and surprising word order. Thank you for sharing all of your poems.

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    1. I'm glad you enjoyed them. It's fun to play. :)

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