Appolinaire.
Lorca.
Charles Simic.
John Cage.
David Antin.
Found poems?
random generations?
perhaps try moving away for the first person and towards the practises of the dadaist.
the store the adverbial errors hopefully from pitty test. (every fourth word on every page.)
the bible, the modern day bible (twilight, harry potter, james herbert.)!
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Skies are crying, she is watching
Catching tear drops in her hands
Only silence, as it's ending
Like they never had a chance
Do they have to
Make her feel like
There's nothing left of her?
They can take everything she has.
They can break everything she is.
Like she's made of glass.
Like she's made of paper.
Go on and try to tear her down.
She'll be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper.
Like a flower.
As the smoke clears, she awakens
And untangles them from her.
Would it make them feel better
To watch her while she bleeds?
All her windows are still broken
But she's standing on her own feet.
Catching tear drops in her hands
Only silence, as it's ending
Like they never had a chance
Do they have to
Make her feel like
There's nothing left of her?
They can take everything she has.
They can break everything she is.
Like she's made of glass.
Like she's made of paper.
Go on and try to tear her down.
She'll be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper.
Like a flower.
As the smoke clears, she awakens
And untangles them from her.
Would it make them feel better
To watch her while she bleeds?
All her windows are still broken
But she's standing on her own feet.
They can take everything she has.
They can break everything she is.
Like she's made of glass.
Like she's made of paper.
Go on and try to tear her down.
She'll be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper.
Like a flower.
Go run, run, run.
She's gonna stay right here and watch them disappear.
Yeah oh
Go run, run, run
Yeah, it's a long way down
But she is closer to the clouds up here.
They can take everything she has.
They can break everything she is.
Like she's made of glass.
Like she's made of paper.
Go on and try to tear her down.
She'll be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper.
Like a flower.
Like a skyscraper.
Like a flower.
Slug (and Demi Lovato's Skyscraper with lyrics changed)
Monday, 5 December 2011
They. By slug.
They see.
They hear.
They smell.
They taste.
They feel.
They think.
They want.
They need.
They speak.
They react.
They walk.
They reach.
They. They. They. They.
They hear.
They smell.
They taste.
They feel.
They think.
They want.
They need.
They speak.
They react.
They walk.
They reach.
They. They. They. They.
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