novella
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Does anyone else do these? Sort of a freewriting associative exercise, just to see what comes out . . . here are two, based on random strings of letters (for poetry aficionados, I think John Ashbery does something similar in his work):
Experimentals
#1
Bring my little dinner slut to me, slutting down the gravel
mix, that kitten girl is gritty, girded with mystery and jitters.
Enemies slain, I lay down to wait. I just wanted something to make
me whistle, the whistling wind through her hair, something not like joy,
but like a sad passing, taken by the air. I woke from that, hours later,
trying to grasp the dream and realized I was mistaken.
It was never me inside.
#2
Each minute minimal, all come counting with just a word from the scion
Who's late, mind, he had a lot going on, but more to gain. He tired so quickly
and even mother was slow. Slowly picking up after his mistakes,
she lagged behind with a tray, hoping it would stop soon.
You could say it was complex. The kit we were given was
insufficient, poison, socks, something to bring comfort, and
it was all lost on us, by the time her son finished his business.
Experimentals
#1
Bring my little dinner slut to me, slutting down the gravel
mix, that kitten girl is gritty, girded with mystery and jitters.
Enemies slain, I lay down to wait. I just wanted something to make
me whistle, the whistling wind through her hair, something not like joy,
but like a sad passing, taken by the air. I woke from that, hours later,
trying to grasp the dream and realized I was mistaken.
It was never me inside.
#2
Each minute minimal, all come counting with just a word from the scion
Who's late, mind, he had a lot going on, but more to gain. He tired so quickly
and even mother was slow. Slowly picking up after his mistakes,
she lagged behind with a tray, hoping it would stop soon.
You could say it was complex. The kit we were given was
insufficient, poison, socks, something to bring comfort, and
it was all lost on us, by the time her son finished his business.