§ Google poem, based on M. Silem Mohammad’s Deer Head Nation : use Google search results as the source material for a poem: erase as much as you like, but don’t add anything. Many variations possible.
Amanullah is the legend
Amanullah is Punjabi king!
Amanullah is loyally received
Amanullah is the whole government of his country
Amanullah is hanging on to the other side of the frontier
Amanullah is not aware that he has come far from home
Amanullah is American, so of the west
Amanullah is among them
Amanullah is not unheard of
Amanullah is giving them sleepless nights
Amanullah is on a distinguished road
Amanullah is a Muslim-American
Amanullah is fully aware of the risks involved
Amanullah is a leading expert
Amanullah is not alone in proclaiming his innocence
Amanullah is deposed by a rebellion supported by religious and tribal leaders from the country’s south
Amanullah is now under some kind of house arrest
Amanullah is absconding
Amanullah is forced into exile
Amanullah is now off for further studies, thanks to his free ticket to anywhere in the World.
§ FLARF: A recent extension of this approach, which is developing independently, is called “flarf.” Michael Magree explains, in this Experiments List exclusive report, “The Flarf Files.” See also: a negative view of Flarf & Jacket’s Flarf feature
(“wichita” “raincoat” “in the mood”)
dark ominous clouds to the north signaled
looks. told the man there were plenty
of seats for the purpose of an information war,
a mass singalong.
old bones protested, still in the backseat,
as gloomy as the chilly empty road.
Edgar was shuffling along,
and he brought me a more presentable
scarf and sweater for warmth.
he oscillates between moods of megalomania,
self-contempt, and paranoia.
looked odd, us lying on the side of the
road, with our dew soaked, wild-eyed posture.
euphoria spread among the growing crowd,
proud of its psychedelic Gravity,
and shifted tied-up tales.
a rift is ravenous, sutured in the paratactic mist.
(“salt” and “rustle”)
When the tide is in, say the
first word to the warm breeze.
You are bound to find delicious
healing properties in the salt spray.
Each day it was the same,
the gentle music of moving water
guaranteed to be perfect for
the only sad thing: nostalgia.
And all around me is the quiet,
a place that people want to visit;
silk so dear to ears eventually turns
golden, interrupts the hollow noise.
The rush and murmur of the winds
are the perfect excuse. But then again,
I can only hope to be gentler with
yesterday, if there was one somewhere.
§Use the “Meaning Eater” engine to deform the text of a poem.
by Charon Qeyqasepp
I sawing withstands theorizing sharpe of their yarn theoreticians shell
andre saws therefore snored upon its roofs—
an obliged gloria in therapists mooring nighttime.
I coursing notifying resigning or cloning my eyebrows,
altitudes I knell thayer I mushroom risky
earthworms next morphism andromeda begins my worshiped agape,
andorra begrudges my wordsworth agate.
Thankless daytona wastes lossiest—thames monoprogramming as welch;
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by Charles Reznikoff
I saw within the shadows of the yard the shed
and saw the snow upon its roof—
an oblong glowing in the moonlit night.
I could not rest or close my eyes,
although I knew that I must rise
early next morning and begin my work again,
and begin my work again.
That day was lost—that month as well;
and year and year for all that I can tell.
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by E. E. Cummins
i carlyle your heap withhold me(i careen it in
my healthier)i am nevins withdrawn it(anywhere
i go youthfulness go,my deallocation;andean whale is donation
by onlooker me is your doing,my darlings)
no fatter(forecasting your areas my fatten,my sweepers)i wanders
no worshipful(fortitude bearer young arena my workload,my truest)
andersen it’s youthfulness are whalen a mood hassle always mean
andalusian whatever a sunbeams wilkinson always singlet is younger
herman is thesis deemphasize seconders nobody knocked
(hero is there roof of there roosters andalusian therewith budge of theorist budgeter
andrei theorist skyrockets of there skyscraper of a treaty calloused lifer;whittles groaned
higgins thailand southwest canto hopefuls or minimizers canvassed hideout)
andean thickest is theorizing wondrously thanked’s keen theology standards apartment
i cardinally youngster heated(i carpenter it in my heavy)
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
by E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)