heyyy, universe, please? would you be very kind tomorrow? would you let me get to the arms of my beloved? would you melt the stupid snow and ice on the roads so i can catch my space bus? please? that’s what i care for.. the most… but… maybe… would you be extra kind while you’re at it, and let brexit go to hell? please? pleaseeee
majortomzin
David Bowie as The Thin White Duke.
70s
some of y’all don’t give a fuck about an oxford comma, and it shows
“I do love people,
yet how can I talk to them?”
— Eila Pennanen, from Thank You for These Illusions; Poems; “The Real,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
I spent like 15 hours on this.
*impressed slow clap*
bastardlybrendan
This was ridiculously pleasing to read out loud.
This is a legitimately fine poem. I say so with my BA in English and Philosophy and my PhD. It’s DAMN HARD to write something like this. Be impressed, yo.
Transcript of poem in screenshot:
First the cracker batter baker bakes a cracker batter batch
then the cracker batter mixer door will open and unlatch
so the batter mixer nozzle can descend onto the patch
where the cracker batter spreads out for the nozzle to attach.
When the cracker mixer nozzle sprays the cracker batter spray
and the cracker batch emulsion lies a-soaking in its haze
then the cracker batter mixer starts to stir up all the glaze
that the final cracker stacker needs to lubricate the way.
Once the cracker stacker handle stacks the cracker batter squares
then the cracker batter’s hardened into double stacks of pairs.
Now the cracker separator breaks the crackers in the stackers
so the wrappers on the stackers fit the finished stacking crackers.
Then they’re distributed to Wal-Mart.
I forgot about this magnificent poem, and you probably did too. Here it is again.
I highly recommend trying to read it aloud, it feels delightful and is almost impossible.
Photography by Anton Corbijn for the Echo & the Bunnymen’s album The Game
Peter miming to the audience sing-a-long of Music When the Lights Go Out
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