Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

September 20, 2006


The white cat got an idea.
Their bluish bluish silver ram is on fire.
Any soft bed is on fire.
His white white binocyles calculates or our children stupid expensive wine stares the time that the odd shaped mp3 player is angry however, whose well-crafted shining forg looks around.
His round-shaped laptop is thinking and still her shining sofa makes sound.
His brother's soft sony makes sound.
Whose well-crafted boat calculates.
Mine beautiful little balloon spit.
His brother's expensive balloon stares.
Her purple wine snores.
Our round baby snores.
Any smart golden slopy soda stares however, mine odd shaped round-shaped bed stands-still at the place that any expensive clock got an idea.

Unaltered spam, the paragon of language poetry? Consider wikipedia's definition:

"L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E [is]... writing that actively challenges the "natural" presence of a speaker behind the text; writing that emphasizes disjunction and the materiality of the signifier; prose poetry... and other nontraditional and usually nonnarrative forms."

Posted by Delire at September 20, 2006 10:27 PM

I got one a while back that was worth noting:

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