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Nicole rightly pointed out that as the Low Overhead POETRY and Performance Art Collaborative we really should have a menu item for poetry. So, here it is.
ollie told ferd that suitcase is mine, twit! you can sniff it a little but only I can lie on it.
A NEW collaborative poem!Melissa, ranting, suggested that the woman who requested a smoking hotel room with a king-sized bed not too far from the elevator is exactly what's wrong with America. Lopapac agrees that she is clearly a stroke waiting to happen, but thinks that perhaps the idea "that's what's wrong with America" might make for a good collaborative poem. In that spirit, then, we invite you to add a line: But some of us, being over-literal, believed this was the poem, since it begins so poetically, with Melissa, ranting, and that nice internal rhyme, suggesting and requesting, not to mention king and smoking, Maybe it's all a poem. The poetry is where you find it, man. That's what's wrong with AmericaMelissa, ranting, suggested that the woman who requested a smoking hotel room with a king-sized bed not too far from the elevator is exactly what's wrong with America. Driving your SUV two blocks to the Starbucks in front of which you double park because the nearest space is further than just walking from your apartment would have been too easy: first you drive one block to the gym, because walking on a treadmill is better than walking down the street where a homeless person might accost you and ask for the loose change from your purchase of a $5.45 venti, except you haven't been to Starbucks yet, you've only been to the gym, where you've done your best to exercise without getting sweaty or ruining your hair and makeup (sheesh, ever heardofa shower?) because next stop is Whole Foods, where This week's featured collaborative poem: Anyone can add a line to a collaborative poem, right on this very page Here's one to (st)art with: Lonely the, lot of a body double lots and lots of body doubles feel lonely. You are not a tit man but a tit or a bit - crazy? it's trouble for the obsessive, body double or not, to check check mate in four, or to wit --no, outwit--your loving rival. Here it's just survival of the wittiest, the ever- Books we bought we didn't realize we already had join a list of superfluous acquisitions already in progress it's a commentary on consumer culture, man Spam, A Readymade Poem, Or, Are You A Tit Man? Spam II (another readymade poem) Henry Resurrected It's back! Poem waiting to be written: A Generous Assortment of Top-Notch Cured Meats Other poem waiting to be written: Lights for Cats (for Roland Barthes)
Comments:From nicole - 4/23/04 1:07 PM and good for you, f.j. This will give you something with which to fill your days, since we all know you're not really working when you don't answer the phone.
From fj young [24.136.11.15] - 4/22/04 11:04 PM see--i added a line. and i already feel the crazy feeling coming on.
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