Can you believe it’s Dada Koans #9 already? We are about to hit a milestone dada-koan-wise. Soon there will be retrospectives and lecturers in corduroy jackets and coffee table hardbacks. Let’s keep going as long as the Elmer’s glue holds out.
This is another cut-up-technique surreal poem. The words and phrases were ripped out of the newspapers.
So, the above mustard-colored poem in b&w:
mental illness could be awesome
werewolf we never knew
jumps or lunges
you need discipline
(I do not)
on the next
You’ll notice I put in a pair of parentheses.
Thanks for stopping by. Back from seeing relatives in North Carolina. The crepe myrtles are in bloom– rows and rows of saturated deep pinks. Good visit. Nice people. Farmer’s market. Peach preserves. Fried green tomatoes. Rodin sculptures look especially beauteous outdoors. A wall of swirling tree branches in the NC Museum’s cafe mimicked Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”.
Unrelated Addendum #1: Elizabeth McCracken quote: “It was so hot you could hear the mayonnaise go bad”. That’s from Thunderstruck & other stories which has a top-notch musical saw story– “Some Terpsichore”.
Unrelated Addendum #2: Here’s part of a married elderly woman’s rant– circa end of July 2016– in Chicago’s O’Hare airport. She missed her plane.
“Five minutes. They couldn’t wait five minutes. They wait for other people. Ha! If I was in a wheelchair they’d’ve waited. I explained about my medical condition. You want me to have a fit, my tongue hanging out? Fine. I will NEVER fly (name of airline) again. They must work for the government. No integrity! They work for Hillary. Liars! Or they work for Donald. Lunatics! This country’s going straight to hell. Look at this, they tore the luggage. They’re rough with luggage. They’re disgusting. Did you see that woman at Starbucks? She had a whole fistful of vouchers. That’s how they operate.”
This actually went on for a couple hours.
Unrelated Addendum #3: Overheard in Maryland BWI airport–circa August 2016. Little girl to her sister, giggling: “Did you hear that airline lady at lunch? She said everybody from Chicago is stupid. She was eating a big sandwich.”
When we arrived at the museum, we saw a playful cartoonish sculpture and I said, “That looks like a Miro.” As we got closer, saw that the placque read– “Henry Moore”. So, I’m stupid. But I don’t think everybody from Chicago is.