Yes, another Dada koan. A tiny one, eh? Fresh from my Whitman’s Sampler box.
HOW-TO make a surreal poem: Scissor out words and phrases from old newspapers, AARP magazines, or tanning salon ads.
Stick the words– heavy on the verbs– into an empty candy box. Shake. Extract a maximum of ten slips.
Do not sneak a look. Pulls must be random or it’s not surrealism. If you cheat– then it’s just a stupid poem and you are just a stupid poet.
Make some sort of surreal something out of what fate has handed you. Glue it onto neon paper and call it a Dada koan just to be fancy. Also, because you are borrowing Tristan Tzara’s original idea.
The above screaming yellow poem in b&w (for clarity):
This is a great day to schmooze with others
This is nice. Perhaps it lacks greatness. That will be for posterity to decide. But it does seem to answer that age-old question “What do robots really want?”
Thank you very much for stopping by.
Unrelated addendum: Regarding the Unrelated Addendum of the last post (Dada koan #3). Some people may judge that calling Donald Trump PUS does not “elevate the national conversation.” Be that as it may, I believe I’m able to be objective. For example, years ago I remember enjoying Trump’s Pizza Hut commercial (with his ex-wife) that promoted a cheese-filled crust.
Still, we are all human beings. I’ve made mistakes and have many regrets about things I’ve said and done. These are not in the past but are ongoing.
Well, what can you do?