For the down-low on Dadaism, get the wikipedia notes here.
This experimental ‘antiverse’ uses selected phrases from spam comments garnered from my foodblog.
Amison walked exactness
Kill one knife sheath
tonight gone off
your neck and bunnies
dark cord that eyes flicked
his smile noise grew and stared
told her you inside
but ignorance slid
slip house and were clay
crouched imps beware
slit eyes was hoping
everything became water
Today is Slie’s last day at frayintermedia.
She joined us as an intern in 2007 and became a permanent staffer after serving her time. We fell into an easy friendship, jamming out spoken word in the smokeroom while she taught me bits of Xhosa and decided I was black enough.
She’s moving on up to a great position as a communications someone-or-other at an organisation in Pretoria. I have no doubt that she will step up and up and on and on. She has the determination and drive to succeed for herself, and for her child.
Her little boy’s second name is Xhosa for ‘rain’, and that’s what’s inspired my first rhyming poem in years.
I know a rainmaker;
I know a deep thinker;
a float neversinker,
an eyeswideopen blinker.
I know a rainpath guider;
a light strider,
a feetforward glider.
I know a rainmaker.
And I don’t mind the drizzle.
After my er… theatric rendering of Kroes, a poem by Parasputin, I challenged him to interpret one of my writings.
This is his reading of Meanwhile Juxtaposition Adorns Dreams.
Download the mp3 (4.692mb) here.
Are those my words?
I’m really struck Parasputin, excellent, excellent work.