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Clerihew Thursday
Follow this link for a series of clerihews by my friend Brad.
A clerihew is a four-line biographical poem. They are characterized by a whimsical tone, and I thought maybe today we could use some whimsy. Included is this one about Dennis Cooper:
Party-pooper,
Dennis Cooper:
First violent erections…
Then, alas, vivisections.
(For the record, Brad is a big fan of Cooper’s work. Whimsy.)
More (including Foucault) after the jump
MICHEL FOUCAULT
Michel Foucault,
When moanin’ low,
Wrapped up his nethers
In studs & leathers.
And another:
SLAVOJ ZIZEK
Communist Slovene, Slavoj Žižek
Cashed a shameful if handsome paycheck
From the decadents at Abercrombie & Fitch
Thus admitting an unseemly itch to be rich.
Meter’s a little off on that one, Bradlum. But I like it nonetheless.
And finally:
EUDORA WELTY
Eudora Welty
Never once felt she
Need fly down to Rio,
Content at the P. O.
Poor Farrah Fawcett:
King of Pop upstaged– aw shit.
Chronically pretty but not entirely bland,
Uncommon fan was found in Ayn Rand
Poor Farrah Fawcett:
King of Pop upstaged– aw shit.
Chronically pretty but not entirely bland,
Uncommon fan was found in Ayn Rand
Good one, that.
Good one, that.
Let’s celebrate nine abortions
after fucking all members of the Contortions–
critics still attack her–
Kathy Acker Kathy Acker Kathy Acker.
Let’s celebrate nine abortions
after fucking all members of the Contortions–
critics still attack her–
Kathy Acker Kathy Acker Kathy Acker.
Drinking with Jean Rhys
I was on my knees
But it was San Lipsyte
Fucked away my eyesight.
Ah, Tony O’Neill
He made me kneel
I opened my mouth
Jereme Dean threw me south.
Blake Butler
He said, “Cut her!”
I begged, “not me!”
“Ha!” said Nate Tyree.
barked at by Mark Doten,
I begged, ” It’s verbotten!”
He said “down whore.”
I got screwed by PH Madore.
“Get down”says Matthew Simmons.
“Help me!” I say to my minnions.
Then came Elizathen Ellen
Beat me til my face was a melon.
I have this thing for Aaron Burch
I talk about it at my Catholic Church
The priest whips me I’m smartin
I love Micheal J Martin.
I WORSHIP GIAN
He said, I am gonna pee on
You bitch!, so I cried,
“Help me Brad Green”, he just sighed.
pr does her thing!
pr does her thing!
I got to lunch with Lorrie Moore
Who started acting like a boor:
“I hate the wine, I hate the stew
You chew so loud; you’re ugly too.”
I got to lunch with Lorrie Moore
Who started acting like a boor:
“I hate the wine, I hate the stew
You chew so loud; you’re ugly too.”
BLAKE BUTLER
At 3am, sits up in bed
Cannot sleep—scratches his head.
Scratches some more, scratches some more
Unearths himself a tiny door.
BLAKE BUTLER
At 3am, sits up in bed
Cannot sleep—scratches his head.
Scratches some more, scratches some more
Unearths himself a tiny door.
my door fetish is embarassing
my door fetish is embarassing
MATTHEW SIMMONS
Matthew Simmons
Had such slim buns
’til, without even askin’,
He was fed by an Alaskan.
(Need I say, I approve of the junk in your trunk?)
MATTHEW SIMMONS
Matthew Simmons
Had such slim buns
’til, without even askin’,
He was fed by an Alaskan.
(Need I say, I approve of the junk in your trunk?)
I just realized that none of those are biographical really so I just want an F plus. That’s all I’m asking for, like what Jack Black gave Kyle for the friendship test.
I just realized that none of those are biographical really so I just want an F plus. That’s all I’m asking for, like what Jack Black gave Kyle for the friendship test.
a pirate walks into a bar and asks for a drink. the bartender says, ‘sure, but first tell me what’s that wheel doing in your pants.’ the pirate says, ‘p-arrrrrrr, is driving me nuts’ …..in such good ways. work it, aw yeah, pr has the p(owe)r!
a pirate walks into a bar and asks for a drink. the bartender says, ‘sure, but first tell me what’s that wheel doing in your pants.’ the pirate says, ‘p-arrrrrrr, is driving me nuts’ …..in such good ways. work it, aw yeah, pr has the p(owe)r!
I love you a little for that
I love you a little for that
Gaugin, oh man, he loved the flowers
A sniff of that, a whiff of this
Tahitian landscapes took the hours
Until he died of syphilis
Gaugin, oh man, he loved the flowers
A sniff of that, a whiff of this
Tahitian landscapes took the hours
Until he died of syphilis