for english 131. the assignment: write three “parodies” or “imitations” of poets we’ve read about in class.
Here we go.
is clear and it has carved out a home.
among the rocks, wrapped in stunted bush-growths each a caricature
of the next, dips as precipitously as
the silhouettes of osprey bobbing for
They curve between the small boulders; one
is left behind.
Suspended in fractured, jagged glass, she “awaits her laconic
Lancelot,” and quivers into a shadow.
Only the wordless villain obfuscates
“awaits her laconic Lancelot” Newsweek, June 22, 1998, from an article titled “Decoding the X-Files”
[This poem imitates Marianne Moore’s style. It has some big words. It uses a quotation that the author admires on a subject that the author really admires. It adheres to some kind of syllabic constraint, line by line in each stanza: 9, 4, 16, 11, 10, 1. Its last lines are really obscure.] [aw man, i wish i knew how to put indents on livejournal]
The Parking Lot’s Grievance
The scored pavement is already quite shimmering with heat,
It is so late that the hunger growls in my stomach,
And I roll down the tinted window
And watch the students through the summer haze.
Note.-Parking lot, therefore some large institution; students, therefore a school. Grievance, therefore there is something to complain of. Tinted window, therefore a car, therefore a visiting lady, not a kid who complains. Hunger and heat, therefore a missed lunch appointment. Shimmering, therefore she has no excuse on account of weather. And the person she’s waiting for is really late, since her stomach’s already rumbling.
[This poem imitates Ezra Pound translating Li Po’s poetry (“The Jewelled Stairs’ Grievance,” in particular). Once in high school, a friend visiting from college was going to take me out to lunch, but I missed school that day and have felt guilty about it ever since.]
Peerless Quality Three Generations of Quality
Where green and white are a same thing the brown is there, but not there; it is inside. The squares have round. He sips sips sips Ips and whites the wall wash.
Ip is short for Ipanema.
Green grape crates have feathers. Green feather blue feather green feather blue feather it’s stupid. The enclose tinkles shifts and blinks peacocks because it is so very very kind of clock to be a purple notebook wake. Waken the burrito.
[This poem imitates the style of Gertrude Stein. The first two sentences were written in class. And ok, the story that Professor Hass told in lecture one day about his grandson (get it? Three Generations???) reminded my friend and me about a mutual friend of ours whose logic about aesthetics sometimes seems to follow along the same lines, so we speak of hating blue feathers whenever arbitrary opinions come up in conversation.]
hahaahaaaaaaa. bad. i’m so sorry.
essay! decadence music for next year! tcl front end to change-bang!
i like marianne moore.
I scored a 77% on the “How Berkeley are you?” Quizie! What about you?
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I hate that bird.
And a bobolink has pins.
Hey, is this DeCadence Judy? This is Kris, the guy who sits in your audience on Sproul every week. I had no idea you had a LJ!