Dadaist translations 1 ~ lines refined

The calls continued deep and slow for hours –

dark wizard with a dark smile

He went inside and lay down in the dust.

He was riding a white horse –

and suddenly he saw it bowing.

I think I saw him the other day

under the cedar tree in the garden –

A weak patient, a newborn,

part ghost, part black and white night.

 

There are small gates, gates –

and stairs in the coffeehouse

where children play.

There was a small crowd

in the narrow doorway –

until you go out and move.

Children of the summer months!

A group of children stood

silently in the eating place –

Watched a giant box

fly down a winding road

On the spiral staircase;

then each one took a pebble

in his hand

and rolled it, and so,

increased the result.

Process Note

Dadaist translations of lines of poetry from the poems of Charlotte Mary Mew. Charlotte Mary Mew (15 November 1869 – 24 March 1928) was an English poet whose work spanned the eras of Victorian poetry and Modernism.

SOURCE ~

The Farmer’s Bride is a poetry collection by Charlotte Mew, first published in 1916 under the imprint of Harold Moro’s Poetry Bookshop. An expanded collection of the same name, with eleven additional poems, appeared in 1921.

 

Dadaist Haiku 3 & 4

mysterious accoutres oud molecules

simple trios lactate recourse glace

testamentary odes –

urn raisins

run leas

kinfolk organizes net funnel

laggard gut darns –

pour retardant liege

Dadaist Haiku 1 & 2

debridement personages offence –

ides tabloid booties

tracers local time

beeves familial garter –

sue nest –

few lamas

 

Monochrome Monday Madness: lentil medicines

The Chinese character for this century is lentil medicines. These are etymology drugs. All etymology drugs fish in the memory – affliction chests whittling schilling. Only one bastion remains engraved.

The Universe Stone offers 20th century textiles, ashes with a strong horse in the procession to win the silk cabinet.

A weapon of religious herbs,

Sea of religious herbs –

the Skin Key Pretzel

slipknot dew baulk

 

Conspiracy trees spoiled glass motorcycles, like the tallow azure lines form a hundred coffin books, they are xanthous grass in the garden of corners and feathers.

 

two Thursdays since my last boiler reservation

A Dadaist Sport Announcer Provides Colour Commentary on the Game

 

It wasn’t raining, and we had our first gas on Wednesday… We’re mine, we’re the last. Inside, he felt anxious exhaustion and angry gusts.

Tell me when was the last time you had your first oil… Take my win – Enter just one, courtesy of an Olympian. Illness could limit a Week 9 championship run in any number of ways, either through the playoffs or Tub Swoon’s avalanche numbers; a sign of unspecified Buzz Library classification for standard flavoured smoke bombs.

Number of hits: We have more shooters. They will have more than three quarters of five. The end of hockey night here is reserved for next Thursday – there is no drizzle in the Pacific Ocean. I’m trying to keep track of the four numbers that tells me two Thursdays since my last boiler reservation.

I’m looking for iron and volatile doors. So give me something for every game – you want to save a series of games and a great night – I can’t have four big nights in a row every night – there is a night leg to rebound and a kettle in the park. Look at those crowds – polkas break out when the Juju Pastrami Blues passes the shoe. Just get in there based on number four and start playing. Last played a slide guitar in the smoke house vinyl on the way to a portmanteau. Let us know based on 10 clues, and get there without staying up all night. There is something for everyone. There is something for everyone looking for traces of asphalt explosions in a megalomaniac’s species of volatile gases.

Like every party game, every day, every day. Highlights of Thursday’s game and Saturday’s four-way Clueless 2 Arrows at The Turquoise Hat. At night, I would wake up in the middle of the night and stay like that for a while. I woke up again – spent 7 nights, but every night in this wave, more game-wide content is being tested in each game, track dissection of standard flavour volatilizes. Each nose brands the transmitter. Champions under the sofa is a linguistic melody.

Come hang out with me every Saturday night. I have a new Winnipeg gaming license, and cognitive censorship. Grace With Every Hat Season is Method 3 – Winnipeg’s Heart Will Win Numbers. Make the Night Count 7 Thursdays to Boiler of the Day. Anatomy of turbulence from infinitely unsteady fatigue, neologism doesn’t play. An irrevocable excuse steals this S-Butterfly from the Rebel Library. It’s 3a.m. on Saturday and I still have work to do – but every time I play at the station, day or night, I feel thirsty. Turkey chases the zebra.

A night at sea, if it’s so good, it’s for everyone. Can you compare one? Every gram of young archery will not happen. While you’re in Winnipeg, there will be something happening every morning and crowds every night. They will get better on game day and try to resist saying yes. If he wins darts, he gets 7. Let most games import your grandmas. On my Sabbath, some say I am still in the night – an early bifurcation. This is a warning to local rebels to be fed up with the lies. This behaviour occurs when you are drunk.

Process Notes

 

The abstract compositions were created using a photo of palm tree fronds, taken many years ago, a digital image based on a map of the island of lost Atlantis, and a digital composition based on a photo of one of my wife’s paint palettes.

The basis of the text a multiple manipulation of a portion of Wild and Wooly Wednesday, a post from the blog, Schingle’s Blog ~Musings from a hermit.

Asemic Tarot 156

The process continues.

There are many stories about purple.

It’s called a marshmallow.

Don’t use hashtags – This is a symptom of depression. The more enemies you defeat, the more you want to eat.

The process continues.

 

Mr. Pandis is a common symptom of van discomfort, and has many stories to tell. Common menial disorders. Common menial disorders. Is this a bar? No one knows what it is.

 

Slay all the clothes,

the rain rolls,

the big boxes beget cardboard,

the crowds calliope the cauliflower

 

Delete existing information, because you are your own worst enemy.

Portrait of a Young Girl in Profile: the ins and outs of managing interpersonal telepathy

From the previous statement – This has been reported many times. It has been reported many times. And in this dream, experience that you will soon dream of this state; You can see that the awakening of the mind involves a report of the situation within the dream.

Sleepy Status Report – very sleepy.

To awaken the deep awareness that the perception of the same cause was used to initiate the closure of the previous statement. Evoke the profound statements above. Go instead, wake up; Report in the middle. Report in the middle.

 

Immediate inductive telepathic insomnia. This is the most common cause – now – Notice that they are vividly dreaming of situations that do not match your previous request. Go to previous application. Sometimes other paralysis was stress fatigue – stress fatigue was paralysis, or an Orb. Others fall asleep, etc. Others fall asleep, Orbs etc. OOBE dreams and intuition – Because this is the half that belongs to someone else. High Strangeness belongs to someone else. A musical dream. High Strangeness in this dream is emotionally lucid; Emotionally, in spontaneous situations, other OOBEs are more satisfied with these sounds than in the middle of the night. Midnight Gisberto is true – others fall asleep more often is also true. Consider interpersonal telepathy when very sleepy or when taking photos of orbs.

 

It is true – More automatically than before. Another automatic OOBE than before – Experience with other dreams. Experience with other diamonds in other dreams of others dreaming in dreams are frequently OOBEs. They report much more often. Much more often. This includes waking up. The issue with the OOBE room is that there is a long wait for the tickets to return dreaming. This includes waking up and repeating the material; Especially the rooms.

 

Emotional overload is often seen in spontaneous situations and in these OOBEs.

 

It’s okay to wait a long time until the end of the comma, and then repeat this event. And Long said he saw a man in his sleep who ate more food than the other half. Others prefer midnight OOBE. At night, the street goblins bring real dreams instead of the same dreams as before. It’s from the past. OOBEs automatically wake you up at night depending on what you eat or the music – includes lucid dream body seeing other OOBEs in your room. The truth is clear and true. Sudden dreams are often filled with information about dreamers, and dreams, especially dream street goblins.

Waking up before night is an OOBE or High Strangeness Interpersonal Telepathy. This can be explained using Lucid Dreaming, Swamp Gas, or Pataphysical Orbs. UAPs are not OOBEs. OOBE is the experience of a person outside the room through telepathic sound, often telepathic pataphors extend consciousness, especially interpersonal. The ecstatic Saint Joseph of Copertino could levitate; now see a UFO connection to the saints – hapless human is abducted into a ‘craft’ by levitating, or is it an OOBE or Lucid Dream. The body often sleeps with evil spirits, who are not saints, but may be aliens, or a Lucid Dream that is telepathically interpersonal, while other dreams come with sudden guests, especially other people who are Out of Body, or Aliens, phantom strangers, or dream street goblins. This is a non-standard summons. Sudden heights Emotional disorders Physical disorders Sudden dreams involving Jasper Sudden Induction Telepathy General Telepathy OOBE and Other OOBE Pataphors and Pataphysical Orbs.

 

 

PLEASE SURMISE HERE

 

To have had many dreams –

Sudden Induction Telepathy

OOBEs report being in

Most sleep paralysis rooms –

Emotional Interpersonal Orbs

 

 

**** those experiencing immediate experience

perceive themselves in other Rooms asleep –

 

those experiencing OOBEs sometimes are asleep or levitating over Dream Street in an attempt at managing interpersonal telepathy. *****

WENDY GALES – Episode Five ~ churns of long strands

In preparation for the next stage in her journey to Somewhere Else, Wendy Gales reads a Travel Guide.

 

Travel Guide: Clorm-flictors in Moths Phase Explanation

Sincerely, they were churns of long strands in a City Orifice, idioms vented without slaying, that throngs divided tone junctures, and ‘go throw it’ conjointly, but it was mulch moors’ unfastened tool contestation – what blanching of thermal religious ritual delegates they shouldered journalistically! There are poisons for whom nettles schlep hastily – a grater subtraction acknowledges a second-hand book-shop’s focal pointer. Those abodes in Angulate Sussex, D’Agleam Showers, wasted and nominated, with thorny occurrences, smooth peanut butter stagnation and liveliness, which gazumped stateless ceremony, and congealed the mounting oven treble waltz inquiry – so, often wooers purloined basic cognitive processes, withering vassals.

Bland angles issued theoretical figures formed by two softened beams originally in any casement. As a consequence, this pointless vertex bean spent on the manufacture of the smoothness, colludes a prologue along the therm lined avenues – beautiful to behold, even in an off season. At that saddled moment, grifting florals and dismay seized fluoride hearts of history’s royal iteration generators ~ cloud horses rose as they alternately clasped hysterical senseless clay in their armpits, like thoughts of tall balloon helms with hard benefits – they almost forged otters, hopping on schooners then, while possessing an array of mesmerized officious oriels. Remember to bring a sketchbook and parasol.

Offices hybridized fair-promising youth. It may be that they have a passion for collecting the old and rare, and love toasted turnovers. The well-thumbed, dusty magnitude conveyed perplexity and ire, in the hope of slighting slurpers on a hoarded formless trove, primal of edification action, or an employment in prolonged extinction of typography. Inevitably, everything winsomely stirred, with the regularity of thematic solar instrumentation, superior to that wild crush of doughy assemblage through unbounded anaesthetic inhalation. Many travellers bring lozenges and monuments made from leaves. Remember, you can spread the smoke throughout your body.

An emergency falls from the sky on neutral ground. No joy, no hope, no joy, no dream, many a heart sings. The river of mossy life is like a calm lake. From here can be seen The Fjord of Many Fronds, famous for friendly voyages and silken smiles. The Grapples that huddle in the nearby celadon harlequin green gabbles, groom the clouds in early Spring. Plan your time wisely as the withers flies by quickly.

 

WENDY GALES – Episode Four ~ Purée Purple

Wendy and her dog, red dot toe too, met a peculiar person, of odd demeanour, who gave them pause. While Wendy put pause in her pocket without reproachment, the peculiar person introduced themselves with a Twirl-Twig and a Ha-Ha-Hawthorn, ‘We are Patched Motley Miche~Depain. Being of no renown, our occupation varies. I am an accredited variationist, and have varied across multiple states of existence, playgrounds, parkours, and market stalls. I will presently tell you of Purée Purple.’

Wendy threw aside the reproachment, which her dog grabbed by the neck, shook vigorously, and buried without regrets. Wendy then bent an ear, that she had found but a moment ago, and listened to the tale as young as Thyme, but older than Rosemary.

 

~****~

I walked through the Ruins for about 5 minutes, walking on clouds and laughing at every word. Think of yourself as the person who killed the farm, or the person who killed the farm.

Purée Purple stopped and looked around hymns. Bacon barking fronting fjords of themes interspersed a perfectly balanced conical cylinder, which they are trying to figure out. The left side turned out to be defective.

Horrid slowly lowered self and gleemed goose glue moved closer to a historical nose noise preamble, blinking dark blue and red eyes, and smiling, smiling, smiling, deciding there was something wrong with the situation.

Present tense is broken.

All the nonsense has been broken.

Filigree disagrees with blandishments

as the cockerel colludes a configuration in the crow.

It bothered him. Herons hastened beans with Sukta Sukta Sukta for a long long long time, sand horns happy too reminisced of the congeal in melody and misery, the daylight had descended the narrow wooden ladder in a shimmering smog. Blistered facts flamed in falsehoods, with a nonny-ninny-hey-hawthorn.

 

Once again, Purée Purple stopped and looked around hymns. Smuckering snickered at the savoury succotash with Delight and Despair, twins of less certain parentage than Purée Purple’s gloves. This was odd, but not as odd as the Five sisters and the Seven brothers. Purée Purple pounced on the past participle, and pasted it to the purloined letter. The letter was U, and C’camonga demanded it returned in a forlorn manner.

 

Once they entered the forlorn manner, it was but a moment repast before U was cake-walking. Cucamonga joyously called to Cardamon and Cinnamon, and began expounding deliriously, the pair promptly called The Empty-Headed Mothers, who became mortified, and demanded Cucamonga be removed from the shelves. Anything with a spine must be removed, and only the spineless were allowed to prey on shelves for the young’s safety devalued in a phantom of platitudes.

 

At this point, the narrative took a turn, and fell toward a denouement; a great thing for thinking about how great heaps sinister broccoli and bucolic – plaster mustered mustard. It doesn’t cover the sky. I left the meeting like a murderer. You can now see what the operator’s spreadsheet looks like. At three past canister, Purée Purple stood up and looked at the pink sky for a few minutes, be four parlaying with platitudes and principles, in a most sincere manner.

Kleptocracy convenes catastrophic calipers

Neck Neck Neck

Persimmons Persimmons Persimmons

Peach the Paralegal, Poach the Parallel

orchid-leaves spagyric candle – a Dadaist Prose Poem of Alchemy

The stone atmosphere is literally fash’l, the posture of fasting. But Hints are such a personage that they quafflize toxicant potomania. When the wall is wet, the wet wall weeps nullifidian thermalgesia. Behaviour of earthquake walls – an epigeous comminator butterfly wings. Maze kitchen was dedicated, so that the water rose “as high as the arytenoid preessential cinnamon phantom waves” before turning to stone.

 

Stone has other unique properties –

Coptic exhilarant coyote phonation,

in knowledgableness green

 

these Hellenic limitless orchid-leaves

cubes caution –

even the walls are crumbling here

 

 

In the sagest stag alights

no knot spagyric candle

how soon it must sit.

 

 

As limitless puddles drone…

askew knowledge enables less

nesting into pearls,

pearls!

birds again

sweat winds

 

This tree is a kind of chicken. And another unusual feature is that this stone tablet quietly speaks to two spiritual issues.

~ Chef Boyardee, you make Good Cookies.

~ Mamma Mia, that’s a mighty spicy oatmeal.