Thursday, October 30, 2008

Sunday Scribblings #135: Scandalous

SEXY SCHMOOZERS

Sean the 8-armed animal,

London mega mall, long before the dinos,

spotted with a new flame,

shocked after the man powers up,

his diabetes rate doubled after

10 years, one click closer

to the one, and zero late fees—

one toke over the line, sweet Jesus—

shocking, simply shocking,

a zombie classic

“due to strong personal convictions,”

and no heir apparent as of yet:

vitriolic alkoloids,

hamster-brained essence of neo-fire,

futuristic palindroNes,

“Who sez the French are uptight?”

The most popular of virals ever

in the come and see, come and do

Fortune 500, does will hunting

fever the scavenge any better

than that, the inverse manner

of grotesque shapes,

cautionary measurements,

substandard deviations,

mouseketeered beyond recognition?

As the alien Other rolls

his eyes, the daffy notion

would be doing fine

were it not God’s photocopy,

God’s minstrel joint,

God’s flabbergasted cassowary:

articulated orgasms of the first

dominion, domino effect,

anno dominoes,

the causal retraction—if

only on page 9—after

the Standards and Poors,

ignoring two simple facts:

catastrophic reiteration &

booth ignorance, found

in the unending obsession

of 50,000 megawatt power,

Jones babies of reality schmoozers,

sexy little Marxist teasers,

prayers for the people,

nursing a bad leg,

accruing the eldritch foetor of

netting the glowering fish,

mephitic daze in the

hooligan hollandaise of systemic risk.

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20 Comments:

Blogger rebecca said...

Congratulations Paschal! You have received the "I Love Your Blog" Award!
Go here to pick it up: http://www.rebeccarites.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-fe.html

Thanks for your wonderful blog!

9:49 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Rebecca: Mil gracias for your kindness and appreciation. I'll take care of the award bidness over the next couple of daze. Your own award from Fe was much deserved. Over the summer, my sister, a sometime visitor to the comings and goings in Muratville, said that your blog was her favorite on my blog roll. She liked your heart and soul.

10:32 PM  
Blogger anno said...

There's something in the water down in that oasis of yours, for certain, and if you wanted, you could probably make a fortune selling small flasks of it to those thirsting for just a sip -- just a drop, really -- of whatever it is that sends you into these chaotic, careening torrents of improbable words. Count me as one of God's flabbergasted cassowaries, but I'm far too literal minded (barely concrete operational) to offer much analysis. I sure enjoy the ride, though, even if I feel a bit wobbly-legged afterwards.

Lots of great stuff in here, but those last lines, beginning with the "catastrophic reiteration & boot ignorance, found in the unending obsession of 50,000 megawatt power..." really got me, and I think I would die happy to capture any phenomenon with a phrase such "mephitic daze in the hooligan hollandaise of system risk."

4:43 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

anno: Thank you again for the eyes and ears you've been bringing to this piece of bloglandia. Truth in advertising requires that I give part authorship to Yahoo home page and my newly discovered Politics and Letters blog, wherein standard boilerplate explanations of the current economic mess are given the short shrift they deserve. "Sexy Schmoozers" is part found poem, inlaid with phrases harvested by a fast eye zooming around pages and pasting them onto paschal-lines, collage-style. The mephitic daze couplet finale was "found," too, somewhere in the anarchic Halloween creole banana garden of what passes for my brain. "PalindroNes" is a nod to our friend Miss Alister, as it anno dominoes a nod your way. There's little here that bears analysis, except for those who would simply deem it all crap; that is, of course, an analysis of sorts, for folks looking for solid ground and not some quicksilver messenger surface moto-slide. I don't do roller-coasters any other way, so I'm always glad to have you along for the ride. Hooligan hollandaise always tastes better as a community experience.

6:01 AM  
Blogger paisley said...

at first i was sooo with anno,, i wanted to say girl what have you been drinking... but then i read the part about the found portions and it all kind of came together for me... quite clever,, maybe this one needs a prologue......

1:03 PM  
Blogger Devil Mood said...

Sounds intriguing!
Nothing like a film to break the rules.

(I should've replied to you by now, I'm so sorry.)

5:36 PM  
Blogger Stan Ski said...

Kaleidescopic, almost strobe-like in its vivid imagery.

8:51 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

paisley: It's a cross-dressing potion, no doubt.

10:29 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

DM: Pen pals should never feel the need to apologize about corresponding: this is ALL for fun.

The film is only tangentially and impressionistically related to the post. In keeping with the season, one of my juniors suggested that we watch a countdown of the 100 scariest moments in cinema: we watched the top 30, over two days: this is where I ran across the film "Suspiria," which looked intriguing, even to this decidedly non-gothic viewer. I wanted to find a scandalous/dark image for the poem, and Suspiria fit the bill perfectly.

10:36 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Stan: I appreciate the description. You definitely have the eyes to stand the glare.

10:37 PM  
Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Great writing, this! Pleasure to read it.

entangling

11:19 AM  
Blogger Linda Jacobs said...

Not sure what this is all about but I loved reading it! Lots of cool images sparking in my brain.

2:50 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

gautami: Great to have you back for a visit. Thanks much.

That's what it's all about, Linda: firing those synapses. Thanks for joining the fray.

3:38 PM  
Blogger alister said...

This one has one-upped Father Wolf, according to the missalister grading system which has no rules governing it, no reason supporting it, and certainly has no rhyme. The how-do-you-think-of-this-stuff? chain of words rolls greased off your tongue, your fingertips, whatever, like the alien Other rolls his eyes, so easy with 50,000 megawatt power and God on his side. Geezus! You can waterski on words… So… I appreciate the nod, but won’t you please heal my neurotic head instead?

4:01 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Lady A, don't be dissin' the head that's pumping out all the dust and commotion over at the essential site. That noggin needs no healing whatsoever, unless it's covered with a yellow hard hat. If so, then ditch the damn thing. That's not neurosis: that's just brain sweat, and the head needs to breathe.

A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one...

5:19 PM  
Blogger alister said...

oh lord, don’t someone like you get me started with that leak-mending stuff ‘less you wanna go the whole round ;-)

10:28 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Ms A: Bring it. Front door or back door, makes me no matter. Bring it.

6:11 AM  
Blogger alister said...

Well, you aced that test. Puts a hop and a skip in my heartbeat as I head to the store for a fifth of Jim Beam :-)

5:48 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

A: Ice and a little water. Clink.

5:56 PM  
Blogger alister said...

To the stars! Clink.

6:22 PM  

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