Sunday, February 19, 2006

Surrealist Compliment Generator

The SCG is here.

10 Comments:

Blogger LKD said...

I move with the elegance of a disintegrating fuselage.

Scary how close to the truth that is. (smile)

2/19/2006 10:40 AM  
Blogger Jim said...

"May you be always find naked women to throw tiny pickels at you an coo in oblivious delight at your witty, urbane opener of foreign post and packages."

Beats the hell out of Louise Hay's
Affirm: I AM LOVABLE, AND EVERYBODY LOVES ME. MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH ROMANCE AND JOY.

2/19/2006 8:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi,

I was looking through your poetry and liked what I saw so I've tagged you to produce the next stanza of the Open Source Poem - the first 3 are posted up on my blog at http://www.purpledragonslair.co.uk

Below is the details of what the Open Source Poem is about

From www.spicycauldron.com

‘Open Source Poem’ is the title of the poem I am proposing starts a new ‘tag’ in the blogosphere. I came up with the idea this morning and have my partner David to thank for the title, which I think is brilliant for what I propose. And what is that? Well, when a blogger is tagged, she or he has to answer a set of questions, usually, which are then passed on. Often, you have to say who tagged you and who you’re tagging, so that anyone interested will be able to follow the path onwards. Some of these tags do the rounds continuously, sometimes getting back to you, remarkably, more than once or twice. I imagine some tags will never actually end. Now, what if we did something along those lines with a brand-new poem?

Here’s the plan: I’m going to write the first stanza of the Open Source Poem. I then pass it on to someone. I’m going to pass it to my dear friend Khari1967, who then has to write the second stanza, or couplet, or whatever, before passing it on. She will, of course, on her blog have to say who tagged her and who she’s tagging. We only pass the poem on one person at a time. We choose carefully who we tag, that’s the idea. We tag, hopefully, a person who may or may not have written poetry before but nevertheless is someone we consider to have the ‘power’ as it might be called, even if they don’t know it or even usually refuse to acknowledge it. Only bloggers can take part. Sorry Luddites. The decision on who goes next in the chain is made by the current blogbard - now there’s a novel and newly invented term, eh? - and not by any of the others who came before. It is both autocratic when it comes to passing it on, but democratic and, I hope, of sufficient intrigue to catch on and sustain momentum. Of course, any poet - professional, non-professional, novice, whatever - can be tagged more than once. If they are so lucky, well done!

All headers on the relevant blog posts should just read ‘Open Source Poem’ followed by a Roman numeral, for example, Open Source Poem III, Open Source Poem VII, and so on. I’ve called the post you’re reading right now ‘Open Source Poem: starts here’ so people can find what is, basically, an introduction to the concept. The place where a magickal and hopeful collaboration, a web of connection, began. This is so we can easily search for ‘Open Source Poem’ whenever we want and get the relevant pointers in the titles as to where we are in the poem’s ongoing sequence. Anybody can then follow the path, wherever it leads. And by being numbered in such a distinctive way, finding chapters in the right order should be no problem. This could go nowhere. Or it could even keep on going forever and maybe, get us all collectively, into the Guinness Book of Records one day, maybe sooner rather than later. Who knows? So, my fellow blogbards around the world, are you ready to play the game? It begins as soon as I get the first stanza on my blog. Any questions, get back to me here, to this specific post - it can become a forum through the comments section for general discussion of how the experiment is going. I love an exciting project! I hope you do too, and look forward to seeing where this goes.

2/20/2006 7:02 AM  
Blogger LKD said...

Parlez-vous francais, monsieur?

Cher ami, votre tendre chapeau a heurte trois de mes phalanges avec une grace incomparable.

2/20/2006 7:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi there

Blame me for starting this poetry tag thing - should be fun to see how it twists and turns! So far, the narrative is developing very nicely indeed. Enjoying your blog. All the best from one bard to another! x

2/20/2006 8:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

jo,

I'm not sure I understand what you want me to do. Is this like a renga?

Basically, you give me two stanzas and I write a third, no? If so, I'll try. Post the lines or stanzas, and I'll see what I can do.

However, please note that I have mixed feeling about this whole tagging thing.

Uh, Laurel, oui, un petit peu.

Although I'm not sure that I remember how to spell "peu" or what it means.

Asher, tell Louise Hays that "I am a lovable, tiny, cooing pickle thrown amongst foreign packages."

2/20/2006 2:42 PM  
Blogger Jim said...

"Asher, tell Louise Hays that "I am a lovable, tiny, cooing pickle thrown amongst foreign packages."

Afraid that won't sell, my friend. Can you write something about the aspens down in Boulder and the denver fires. I miss the hell out them and Penny Lane. Since jo is throwing out ideas. Say hi to Manora - the shaman. Something has to make her live all over again and since she hasn't emerged. SOMEONE!

Yours truly,

Arif

2/20/2006 2:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Penny Lane: http://home.earthlink.net/~pennylaneboulder/index.html

2/20/2006 8:54 PM  
Blogger Glenn Ingersoll said...

Since you've been corroding your narratives I was amused to run across this ezine: Eucalyptus, a journal of broken narrative

2/20/2006 9:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Even when narrative isn't there, we try to find it.

Yeah, and where are all these magazines coming from?

How many more opportunities are there now for rejection?

Thanks for the tip. Oddly enough, I was just looking at Nate Pitts work yesterday or the day before on the Unpleasant Event Schedule, and from there found his magazine H_ngm_n.

I've said it before, but I can't read or write fast enough.

"Your skin sheds forth so that I endlessly crave pans of fried baclava,"

Jack

2/21/2006 8:51 PM  

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