11/8/2002 Kate to ichabod@yahoogroups.com
ok i know i'm retardedly obsessed with talking about my poetry class and you're probably all sick of hearing about it on here, but SERIOUSLY i now have THE best assignment EVER. listen:
"..please attempt to write a surrealist poem. you may want to collaborate with another person...you may want to record dream imagery, or attempt to create a poem utilizing surprise and strange juxtapositions. you may wish to use a collage effect by incorporating other lines of text, eg. song lyrics, lines from other poems, instructions for evacuating an airplane, whatever. you could also take some scissors to an old poem of yours and cut out all the words individually and rearrange them into a strange new poem. really anything goes with this assignment."
so here's my main idea - i'm going through ichabod posts and pulling various lines here and there.
Ichabod et Alia Rubbish - I, II and III combined
How nice it would be to be so naive and at peace again.
Sad as a
gypsy serenading the moon...
Surreal in so many aspects.
I think it'd be fun and I might be
able to make it not suck.
Faith is a Void.
... how good my room smells right after i
did laundry, deckage and Miami...
It is so spiritual and awe striking.
Maybe the sitcom is protecting
him....
You can't
get much bigger and better than the sitcom.
I don't know, i'll take friends
over green paper anyway
Redherring409
[12:32 AM]: 2. lake = "the unspoken thing"
Psychic powers, baby. Psychic Powers.
we would
so be on the bus!
i imagine most of us have a line somewhere that says we
might hesitate to find a way to deal with a giant flesh eating steak that
appeared at our door.
They'd have a look on their face
like they were trying to shield themselves from something...
...they would say, "Hello?",
clearly hear the backwards singing of some Irish folksong overlapped by the
warped scatting of a guy from the Dirty Dozen New Orleans Brass Band, say
"Hello?" once more, and then promptly hang up.
Oh my devil he is
becoming normal!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All genuine individuality and spontaneity may have been lost.
you guys
almost always make me laugh
Plus, I mean isn't that what our group has always been about anyway?
Pointing out the ridiculous and very rubbish aspects of life and laughing long
and hard at them?
...embraces absurdity against all reason.
YOU
CAN DIE NOW!!!
I think that
we should all take the time to appreciate the evil and hate in our lives
created by people.
i was having a blast, actually,
until Ruben, the guy in the little digging cubical next to me one day said,
"hey, ya know, why don't we just kill em all at once?"
okay
Satan he's all yours
Any kind words
of hate will be appreciated. I'd especially enjoy messages from "HEY I'M
ITALIAN" and "LAZY ON COUCH". "TALL LIKE BEANPOLE" can
send me some too.
we should try to keep things as
orderly as possible. if you don't I'll kill you.
Now I have no choice but to destroy
you.
(Evil
laugh inserted here)
satan only matters to those believing in the real presence of evil,
right?
Why do people feel they have the right to
tell you to smile??
What does anyone know about Afghanistan?
creationism doesn't make much sense to me.
I think that's a bunch of shit, personally.
but I'll try when my eyes are
slightly wider open.
Wow...honesty that pure is so rare.
We would like to remind you of this upcoming event.
Until
then quit with the freakin one liners....
Until then we can always freak Mike out with
the monkey mask.
The floor’s fine with me.
Wow.....
why do people do that?
...to become only a slight
glimmer of what you were would be heart breaking.
The Gravel's Coming with Us When We Go
Anyway, that biscuit maker is
moving incredibly fast.
Kay, I'm done...off to chamber singers.
....hickle....
dreadfully dreading finals next week but apathetically
procrastinating,
-Bed SUPERTOWN
PS- Yuma is not a word, shouldn't have been used in
scrabble, and javax rules.
pps-I hope everyone is doing well...I'll talk to you
soon....
Ichabod and other Rubbish IV - the version handed in for class
I think it'd be fun and I might be able to make it not
suck.
The Gravel's Coming with Us When We
Go
Anyway, that biscuit maker is
moving incredibly fast.
THEN I gave a rat trap two quarters
to buy me a new tour bus.
Carrot
does not apply here....so Tomato.
(&&&&&)
I filed the shell in my extra stomach, which I drew on the
fence the previous night.
"MR. Butterscotch! Mr. 'Talk
about sincerity!'!, I exclaimed. Yes, just as I suspected.
Plus, I mean isn't that what our group has always been
about anyway? Pointing out the ridiculous and very rubbish aspects of life and
laughing long and hard at them?
but i imagine most of us have a
line somewhere that says we might hesitate to find a way to deal with a giant
flesh eating steak that appeared at our door.
I suppose that isn't
contradictory. is it?
i think that you already know that
the answer is an overwhelming yes.
I disagree! ....but my case won't talk right now
Oh my devil he is becoming
normal!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All genuine individuality and spontaneity
may have been lost.
I always
wondered about those kind of people.
I'm sooo sorry.... but no one cares.
RUN WHILE SODA IS POPULAR! DO THE
MATH!
hmmmmmmm? Also, TIBET!!!
I love insanity...the end.
PS- Yuma is not a word, shouldn't have been used in scrabble, and javax rules.