Poeticingly speaking how would you quantimfy the poetification of postmodernal poetics?

14 Responses to Poeticingly speaking how would you quantimfy the poetification of postmodernal poetics?

1. Rayven53

   January 11, 2011 at 5:12 am

   Are y’kiddin’?!? Had me at “Poeticingly”! MWWOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
2. Danny R

   January 11, 2011 at 5:14 am

   I would hire a medium to get a transcript from Stanley Unwin.
3. libby

   January 11, 2011 at 5:36 am

   Now this is too easy.The poem below should answer it all! A combined effort between HH and me.

   The clouds have been conversating with me
   tellating me things are goating to be okay
   they sayating the weather has gonating bad
   as crows gatherating in the sand
   but the end isn’t nigh
   birds eventually flyating
   I lookating and sighating.
   why, o why,
   are blue skies
   so reassurating?
4. Unnikrishnan A

   January 11, 2011 at 5:44 am

   With the advent of time, meanings should also change. What is relevant in the past need not be acceptable today. What is written in the past requires a reinterpretation. Deconstruction thus becomes suitable to the modern times. Always living in the past shows decay. Find new meanings to whatever you read . Then when you write, accept an entirely new sense so that it reaches or crosses modernity. Think differently and act differently. Find new sense to the words you use.
5. ??Nancy ® ?? ™

   January 11, 2011 at 6:07 am

   I stopped quantifimfying when it turned into an obsessication, impersonatalating and obsequiating
6. ma

   January 11, 2011 at 6:58 am

   Go back to bed, Yidiot, sleep it off.
   Wake up when you can speak clearly!!!!!
7. Liz™ ®

   January 11, 2011 at 7:24 am

   pour the bucket contents
   blendify….
   quantimleaping
   slide to side
   stretch arms wide
   glide the long ride

   arrive posthasticly
   paralytically universaldum
   find the contents solidulic
   pick up the brick ..puntit,
   and yell
   Ta Ta! you slickity sick ssssshhit!!!
8. Intrusivosity With Medium Doubt

   January 11, 2011 at 7:53 am

   I’d add my nutz,
   don a couplet
   and
   like a Bavarian waitress at Hofbrauhaus
   say
   “gross gut”
   when streams of pit juice
   tributarilly drip from naturale curls
   on a Texan’s
   Ipad.
   .
   .
9. Autumn Chick

   January 11, 2011 at 7:54 am

   I would have a few more hits then take a nice nap…
10. lovechild

    January 11, 2011 at 8:14 am

    p = [3*9] +1x (y-z) >abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
11. ???Kirby

    January 11, 2011 at 8:40 am

    I just would. =]
12. Dolores & the prune

    January 11, 2011 at 8:53 am

    L’ode of bolloxiquaciousness.
13. EJ`s little polly pilbean xxx

    January 11, 2011 at 9:34 am

    Poetry in motion!

    it rubs the lotion on its skin
14. rockman

    January 11, 2011 at 9:50 am

    In a relaxacional rationale, though
    borrowancing heavitastically from
    not Copernicus, but an acetonic
    from a rather Epidermic gname
    –as it were– (and in fact “was” for not just four
    but, for four and “four more” years)
    and it would be a relatifishly specificied
    {yes, speh-SIF-i-cide)
    elbow of a nod to the lips we heard say,
    Misunderestimate.

    Abundant Gin should Neverfar.