Thursday, March 25, 2010
Guest Poem – Jeff T. Johnson's "Fantasy Jargon"
[Special treat this week: MFA workshop colleague Jeff T. Johnson's guest poem, part of which riffs on The Tolerance Project comments stream. Jeff even gets his own barcode. Enjoy.]
Fantasy Jargon
An extended see you're enjoying Lacan these days
Read the indoor range to cumulus conc if only languaged
Because the shelving towers fading shut tense followers
In the atmos glee, the transcendent series on third view
Friends with textual bureaucracies, word devoid of contends
Have the chords and the cords cords and chords out of
Necessity blocks itself swimming toward exits
Steving night solid, listening to the repeat
Button the scepter of lite carnal bricolage
Cont’d past diagnosis, a literary recipe for pastel pastry
Come around the back, in reverse, head turned into a mirror
Binding the aliosis behind the darn hey
Known in the shadow density, the cousin freely
Spousing rearrangement ferry because the cause lurks
After Bollywood, after democracy, after you inline reverence
Vs reference in the entropy ground to bitsy bouncy deference
The lyrical forever, demolition of scent factories declined
Before the eyes have it, the eyes and sends, the mollifications of de-fence
Times lesson browsers, darkening the hallow gens, tube ambience
Caw caws the mordant pits, leafing underwords
Creatured by drowsy fictions, dictionary bowels, simple syllables
On fire by similes, syntactically tight
Fantasy Jargon
An extended see you're enjoying Lacan these days
Read the indoor range to cumulus conc if only languaged
Because the shelving towers fading shut tense followers
In the atmos glee, the transcendent series on third view
Friends with textual bureaucracies, word devoid of contends
Have the chords and the cords cords and chords out of
Necessity blocks itself swimming toward exits
Steving night solid, listening to the repeat
Button the scepter of lite carnal bricolage
Cont’d past diagnosis, a literary recipe for pastel pastry
Come around the back, in reverse, head turned into a mirror
Binding the aliosis behind the darn hey
Known in the shadow density, the cousin freely
Spousing rearrangement ferry because the cause lurks
After Bollywood, after democracy, after you inline reverence
Vs reference in the entropy ground to bitsy bouncy deference
The lyrical forever, demolition of scent factories declined
Before the eyes have it, the eyes and sends, the mollifications of de-fence
Times lesson browsers, darkening the hallow gens, tube ambience
Caw caws the mordant pits, leafing underwords
Creatured by drowsy fictions, dictionary bowels, simple syllables
On fire by similes, syntactically tight
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My favourite line:
ReplyDeleteButton the scepter of lite carnal bricolage.
It's so point de capiton!
I don't get it, JJ, but I like it.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite part:
Creatured by drowsy fictions, dictionary bowels, simple syllables / On fire by similes, syntactically tight
i don't get it i don't get it i don't get it i don't get it
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