I keep imagining
Zippy peering around the corner
in Robert Altman's
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saying:
"Gooble gobble, gooble gobble, we accept her, we accept her, one of us, one of us!"
then I sort of imagine the dude saying:
"Like what, man?"
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then I guess I just shut up,
rejoining the fluid spark of absence,
the golden nether oneness
of substance.
Then!
A dirty cellphone tooth
clangs out on the floor
smelling of cigarettes
and whiskey,
steam,
and beef nugget.
Then I imagine an Ingres Painting
made into a 3d Diorama
made from plaster covered in 4 mm
glass video pixel tiles.
Then squirrels with mohawks are in there.
Then I am getting sparkling lemonade
from a striped tent
in Italy, etc..
Then I imagine having a statue of Joey Ramone as a hood ornament for a Venetian Barque
I call
"The Jibbering Goon Mobile.."
Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThe Jibbering Goon Mobile shall conduct us to the Lido forthwith, I reckon, guided along by the babbling song of a crew of oar-pulling Altman pinheads recruited from out back of the desert roadhouse in that ultimate Goon-Flick, Three Women.
"proarth"
I like to think of like Joey Ramone
ReplyDeletein 17th century Venice.
Oh god. Three Women? Heeee.
That is a weird flick. Oh how funny.
That whole movie is like someone trying to figure out how a knee works
by listening with one's ear on the skin. Right?
haa. totally odd.
well Tom.
Would there be any way to compile a compendium of 'weird spaces' from the more usual poetic sources?
Like I remember a really weird fragment I saw from Olson
it's like one short line on a page by itself.
but all i can remember is the word
pink?
Does he have a poem which is just like
pink macaroni
that's it?
DER NARRENSCHIFF!
Love it! I want a ride in the Jibbering Goon Mobile, with a Spinga driver, singing Sityc Kniess Ophsfe in 3-part harmony, roaring down Robert Habill Driesswi Altman Street. This comment has been composed with the assistance of the author "Word Verification."
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