Friday, February 13, 2009

Sunday Scribbling #150: Sporks

The Emmenegger Suite: Ode to a Spork

Since at least the late 1800s,
Pasta mama ribbed
The necessary pleasure out
In tin and merry—
Ain’t no luha this one—
She be long and slender
In her Port Manteau lorry,
Adoration lingers in the mind’s cafetoriums,
The plastico splurge,
The fast food alka seltzer of chained dog
Living. History has its
References, its conscripts, &
External links aplenty, no jive.
Your century dictionary is all
Googoo pithy on the matter,
& visibly disgruntled, Brother—
All your didgeridoo and mass
Manufactured wonder. Ask Frank,
The Emmenegger, he’ll heel-toe
The blithers out of you in a burnt orange
Second. Proto-tined, I am now the
Name of another company &
I remain in force.
The fact that it is clever
And the fact that it has meaning
Is for the lighter types—
Ye backpackers
And minimum security to
Mid-level felons. Bluebeard would approve,
Even if not here, & he wouldn’t be,
Now would he?
Stainless steel titanium polycarbonate
Not for the feigned, not
For the weary—
This your consummate,
Your culinary,
Your postexpeditionary art.



Blogger gautami tripathy said...

great title. I liked the use of some great words here...


6:42 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

GT: Thanks for your visit. All hail the Mighty Spork!

8:00 PM  
Blogger present said...

Is there truly a need in the world for a spork,
when a spoon and a fork will suffice?
Is it the spoon-like scoop that aids the tines,
or the way that the fork part can spear things so fine?
It is one of societals answers of old,
that we don't really know what we need till we're told.

3:12 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

present: Ain't that the truth. I like you Ode to Diversity in Flatware! It was a lot of foon.

3:36 PM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Probably sporks and sports have a lot in common - extremely well-done, I love it...

4:07 PM  
Blogger SweetTalkingGuy said...

Yeah, this is dead good! I love the way you use the language here and take us on an extraordinary journey!

4:43 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Tumblewords: I believe hydroelectric sporking is a new Olympic sport.

5:02 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

STG: That's the whole reason to have a good spork in your collection: helps sort out the lines, dontcha know.

5:03 PM  
Blogger alister said...

I don’t know why. I saw this formidable sporky-orange thing, approached it cautiously, and with just a glance, I knew this was a read-aloud gig. And since I was sitting by myself, completely alone as far as I knew, I started in. But it is so raucously, wonderfully, enjoyably humorous, I busted out laughing interrupting the flow, and so I had to cut it back to a whisper, and I am now the name of another company and I remain in force! Truly Paschal, I dug this with a foon :-D

Btw, I ended up telling the project b-word to f-off and something spilled out. Not like spork and not like sports, but it’ll be there in a few minutes if you’re interested in checking it out : )


5:50 PM  
Blogger Stan Ski said...

Great words here - and that text it clockwork orange?

8:41 PM  
Blogger americanising desi said...

nicel done :)

3:02 AM  
Blogger anno said...

Sporks!!! Maybe "not for the feigned, not for the weary," but for this migraine-reduced soul, this was definitely, consummate, culinary, and most especially, postexpeditionary, art.

4:40 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Duchess: You're right about the reading aloud (spoken words seems your theme today, n'est-ce pas?) - ALWAYS! Especially if the ravings of the resident lunatic are done up in sporky orange. How did you know that I am now the name of another company and I remain in force was all about you?

On the construction site front, glad you sent the ballerina off to her firetruck. Them prima donnas have a way of stealing soul and weekends, with nary a give-back. Jules and all of us thank you.

7:00 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, Stan: I think the technical term for the color is sporky orange, though it's clearly a cousin to the clockwork tinge.

7:01 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, desi.

7:10 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Ms Anno: Ouch. I hope the sporky orange text was not further exacerbation to the noggin. I'm glad you were here for the expedition: no doubt, you provided the food. Here's wishing you peace and love.

7:14 AM  
Blogger Maria said...

Paschal: this time I visited you first, and found this great gem of a hot mess poem. The cadence and texture of the words is so rich, so palpable: a texture that would roll off the tongue, it sounds like a spoken word poem, or at least one which should be read out loud. What's your mo here? I saw earlier that you use exquisite corpse tecniques as well as other memes, is this one such exercise? Beautiful use of language, rhythm, line.
btw- i've tried to sign with my wordpress identity (crusoeinengland) but no such luck, hope it's not too confusing-

7:33 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Maria: No confusion anymore. "Great gem of a hot mess poem." I love that. MO: collage. In truth, for the Mighty Spork, I went to Wikipedia for "research." Start pulling out phrases, glue-stick 'em to the page, while letting other words and oddball concepts slip-slide their way into the "hot mess." It's a big nasty wokky saute. Add found poems to the list of "prompts," along with the exquisites. Faux translating is up there, too. It's great to have you visiting over here, and to have Maria confirmed.

8:07 AM  
Blogger alister said...

Clouds in my coffee, I guess ;-)

10:55 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Ms A: No need to go all Ecclesiastes on yourself. :-D

1:01 PM  

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