one word dromedary: spray
mercenary liverpool,
spray-painted alleyways:
the alleviation of
times immemorial.
shade the eyes,
liven the limbs;
april is ever looming
in the fields of
passion.
spray-painted alleyways:
the alleviation of
times immemorial.
shade the eyes,
liven the limbs;
april is ever looming
in the fields of
passion.
Labels: calamari
posted by murat11 at 5:05 PM
16 Comments:
passion in the alleyways of liverpool among the dromedary calamari. kinky, murat, kinky.
The thought of dromedary spray made me laugh, and trying to figure out the connection with calamari has permanently twisted my brain, but, oh, that couplet of imperatives -- shade the eyes, liven the limbs -- followed by those lush last lines: just lovely; made me swoon.
I'm enjoying your tags almost as much as the poetry. Alleviation of times immemorial, I'd like to go down that alley.
Anno and Dee: It's funny to see how much attention the labels have been getting lately, since my use of them has largely been entirely arbitrary, with only occasional linear sense. Wreaks havoc on the archives, for sure. I just like how these little fossils ripple on out.
Dee: This one rolled out with at least a modicum of intention to keep the tears at bay.
I guess my last comment didn't make it through. I thought that your passion between the dromedaries and the calamari in the alleys of Liverpool was definitely a little kinky and possibly dangerous. But I guess the calamari are an age-old species from times immemorial and entitled to be kinky, if not a little inky when they spray paint their tags.
Teresa: I like this rogue state of OneWordings that you've set up, delving into the darker possibilities lurking in one fool's playground attempts at sprint-writing. I also continue to be amazed that you are actually able to make sense of all this.
Believe me, the dromedary goes into the alleyway first - and she's got the paint cans.
Really, and here I thought the dromedaries were using their special sand-storm-stopping eyelids to shade their eyes from the calamaris' inky spray painting. Silly me. I was not aware that dromedaries could use paint cans. I thought they just spit... But then I've never been to Liverpool, although I have ridden a dromedary and consumed sizable quantities of calamari, but things are different across the Pond.
And the fun of your posts is trying to find the sense. Obviously, you are a rational human being, so there has to be a pattern somewhere, even it not a conscious one. The cotton candy of my day: making sense (surreal or otherwise) of a Murat post!
Teresa: What an assumption! Obviously, you are a rational human being...
Well, either that or aliens look nothing like E.T.. You showed us a picture last Sunday, Murat. And that post was eloquent and poignant, obviously not that ravings of a lunatic or the beeps and whistles of an android. Nor did it sound like the croaks of an E.T. I don't think your name is "Sally" and it certainly didn't look like you have any humps, so I am assuming you're not a camel. And there was way too much hair for you to be a squid. So the logical assumption was rational human being. Do correct me if I'm wrong!
T: I will concede the point: and much more linear and left-brained than I would usually admit.
Not entirely linear. The fun of your games is to follow the quantum leaps...
I mean just look at your "soul portrait". There are lines, but they are bent in almost to the point of a tesseract, so it's easy to leap from one to another, and there's even a small stepping stone in between to keep the leaper from falling into the abyss. (If you don't remember the concept of "tesseract" check out Madeline L'Engle's "A Wrinkle in Time" series. Walden is probably just the right age for them about now.)
So definitely not straightly linear, more like quadradically linear and almost to the fifth dimension! It keeps your readers dancing and leaping. Very fun!
Teresa: I am greatly enjoying the de/reconstructions of the resident fool. Once again, you demonstrate quite clearly the essential co-creative collaboration between reader and writer. Thanks for giving as much as you do to the confectionary process.
Like I said it's the cotton candy of my day, and it's fun to see your responses to my interpretations. A little like "Dueling Banjos" or a jazz jam with words, don't you think?
Exactly, Django.
Teresa: Your first comment finally floated in out of the ether. Dromedary calamari? Genius, that.
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