This is a poem I wrote, also in 2009, using a chance method. As quickly as I could, I scribbled words and phrases that came to mind onto note-cards and tossed them into a pile on the floor. When I'd gone through a sufficiently sizable number of cards, I picked up the pile, shuffled them, and flopped them face down onto a table. Then I grabbed an four sided die from a Dungeons & Dragons game, rolled it for every card in the pile, and wrote the number that came up onto the back of the card. Then I flipped the stack over and copied the words or phrases on each card the number of times indicted on the back of the card onto a piece of paper. The "cheating" happened when I decided to manipulate a few of the random outcomes, just a teeny, tiny bit. (It's my game, and I can break the rules if I want to!!!)
And, for the recording of this piece, because of the disjointed nature of the word flow, I thought the perfect vehicle would, again, be the synthetic voice. Oh, what fun!
"Blindfold, Shuffle, Roll the Die (and Cheat)"
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Hot.
So hot.
Rules the Earth.
Rules the Earth.
Rules the Earth.
Rules the Earth.
Blip.
Blip.
I don't know why I wanted it.
But I got it.
I don't know why I wanted it.
But I got it.
Test the waters.
Test the waters.
Lumbering giant.
Lumbering giant.
I'm Lost.
Lost.
I know that now.
I'm Lost.
Lost.
I know that now.
Tut..
Bunk..
Psychological break-throughs
Usually happen after dark.
Psychological break-throughs
Usually happen after dark.
Psychological break-throughs
Usually happen after dark.
Rumpled..
It's better not to know
Who's watching you.
It's better not to know
Who's watching you.
Munchie.
I lean on my pen.
I lean on my pen.
I lean on my pen.
Prick.
Rumble Grumble.
Molock.
Molock.
Stoned.
And in love.
Left alone.
Just for a few seconds.
Get up.
Flowers growing.
Nipped bud.
Nipped bud.
Nipped bud.
He's a good man.
And thorough.