A while ago, I gave some early examples of my poetic period (which, roughly, lasted from age 14 to age 19, with a few later relapses). One was a sort of puzzle, entitled “!” which went like this:
!
, , &
! my frand
; $
- - . . . . . . .
Some of you managed to interpret this pretty well, but for those who didn’t, I will read it to you:
“!”
Or “Continue reading” for a translation.
Exclamation Point
comma comma ampersand
exclamation point my frand
semicolon dollar sign
hyphen hyphen dotted line
The words “my frand” are in there only because I was stuck for a rhyme, but they were a catchphrase used by a radio comic of the period, and thus they made (slightly) more sense in 1936 than they do now. And, to those of you with a low tolerance for cute, I will try not to do this sort of thing very often.
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PJ says:
Cool, a precursor to this: http://poetry.about.com/od/poetryplay/l/blwakawaka.htm
You were breaking ground even then
March 16, 2009, 10:33 pmMarcel says:
This is just beautiful. Genius.
March 21, 2009, 9:28 pmBill Goodwin says:
An angry newborn,
(which is to say, #ed)
ant
goes walking up
(and seeking a fresh?)
/
, bout the height
but careless *
he searches day and night
for mama,
or even papa,
but neither (
October 20, 2009, 10:39 am