Garten literarischer Wirrungen / Garden of Literary Confusion

A blog dedicated to literature in its multivarious forms and to other forms of art (visual, film, photography)

16.4.11

Haikuode

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to the liquid which pounces down on us, drenching to the very bone. – Iself (© 2011) Written for NaPoWriMo on day 16. Today, the task...
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15.4.11

Laura and Petrarch

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A dissonant character sonnet Deprive him of thrive, the rugged barbarian, let her be more alive, the tender vegetarian. Let him moan ...
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14.4.11

Five minutes for no-one

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It's grey out there, and that nicely coincides with the grey zone inside me. It's been a lot like that after waking up, it tak...
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13.4.11

Big, square and

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Big, square, black and floppy. Stuck in a big toaster- like thing that made grinding noises. – Iself Written for NaPoWriMo day 13 o...
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12.4.11

Blues in D

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Woke up this morning, had to clean the place before leaving for work so the cleaning lady would have a clean slate to work from, r...
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11.4.11

The picture of little J.B. in a prospect of machinery

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An orange disk shines a beam on a shred of past – exposing the new sawmill being set up after 1960's fire, exposing the boss’ little b...
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10.4.11

Holly, it’s folly

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Oh what another winner hath landed Holly! The best thing about him is that he’s jolly. He ogles young women voraciously and slurps his co...
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9.4.11

Malcolm writes

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to avoid seeing Marjorie in person as her condition might be contagious: “Yesterday you wrote in your letter that you are sick and not fe...
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8.4.11

As if you'd won the lottery

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Don't stand there with that shit-eating grin on your face, my dear, as if you'd just won the red noise prize. Let me tell you tha...
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7.4.11

The Matapedia

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What is it? A road somewhere in Canada? Shreds from a song to form an inaccurate picture "And we raced the Matapedia – and we were no...
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6.4.11

I could feel

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I could feel some melodic drowning coming on today with horrid greatness. With horrid greatness I could feel some melodic drowning c...
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5.4.11

The 2011 Francisco Cabrera Revolution

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We almost missed the revolution. – Paul Hughes In a nightmarish café (garish, gaudy lights, smoke twirls, drone, laughter, cackling) in w...
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4.4.11

Time Waist

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time waist time waist time waist time waist ime waist time wais me waist time wai e waist time wa waist time e waist time wa me waist time w...
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3.4.11

Freewheeling

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For L. "There are three fields I work in," she said, "performance, video and drawing." (Her father prompted with pro...
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2.4.11

Poems and antipoems

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I’m surrounded by books, many of which I haven’t looked at in years. Not even been aware of. They stand there not making a peep, even t...
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