I only have but one paperclip, but I do have a great deal of lint. In fact, it could be said that I always compensate for my lack of cents (sense?) with prodigious amounts of lint. Give me lint enough and I could blanket the world.

MEETING ALL YOUR NONSENSE NEEDS SINCE 1999

"I believe that the moment is near when, by a procedure of active paranoic thought, it will be possible to systematize confusion and contribute to the total discrediting of the world of reality." (Salvador Dali)

Friday, February 19, 2010

CALLIGRAMME

“A calligramme is a text or poem, of a type, or the word for which was, developed by Guillaume Apollinaire in 1918, in which the words or letters make up a shape, particularly a shape connected to the subject of the text or poem.” (Wikipedia).

I had it all planned out – I was going to write a poem in the shape of a hand giving Apollinaire the finger for coming up with such a dumb idea, but I’m not going to (I suppose I still could if anyone was just dying to see it, but I suspect that you think that calligrammes a disgusting too) – there are three reasons why I’m not going to do it: 1) calligrammes are stupid – I’m sure that the original calligrammes that Apollinaire created were brilliant – I’ve seen them and they look really cool, but since I can’t read French, I have no idea whether or not they’re worth reading, but they are an interesting innovation and may have possibly remained so for a couple of decades, but to make a calligramme now is stupid and I’m not going to do it – 2) I’ve already written a calligramme in 6th grade – it was in the shape of a doughnut and it was about how much I like doughnuts – finally, 3) I’ve become inspired by the next Practice of Poetry exercise: “Select three entries from your journal, no two dated within four days of each other, and discover in verse the connections among them.” (Sydney Lea) – I went back to the oldest of these emails that I could find (2004 – the ones before that are lost forever) and they were really inspiring – I played around with it for a little while and suddenly I could begin to see the poem I’ve wanted to write since college – why would I bother to work on a really bad poem that I don’t want to write when I could be working on a merely not-very-good poem that I really do want to write – unless of course you want to see it, in which case it might be fun to play with it for ten minutes – as always, feel free to respond with ridicule, sincerity, silliness, keystrokes, or whathaveyou