7 October 2007
Emergent literature
More Googleverse
Regular readers of my blog at unspeak.net know that I’ve been proposing the term emergent literature for the poems (so far, “Unspeakable yearnings #1″ and “Casting Dispersion”) that I construct from the site’s referral logs. Scrolling through the logs for stevenpoole.net today, I was driven to assemble another.
The rules are very simple. As a humble amanuensis to the creative Spirit of the Internet, I merely select from the search queries that led to this site, and make each one into a separate line in the poem. (The queries are as entered, save that I may change capitalization and punctuation as I see fit.) A new feature is that each line also now links to the page to which the searchers were directed — not always, I fear, to their existential or sexual satisfaction. But such is life. And here is its immanent poetry:
Profundity of a smile
How to stop a hippo charging:
verbal slogans.
Become a full time martial arts apprentice:
joy in repetition.
Why the fascination for Dr. Lecter?
Why is it called Consider Phlebas ?
The death of girl power:
Stories of male medical physicals by lady doctors and nurses;
Lara Croft sex story:
simply seductive but losing her edge;
Kylie in cultural context:
shampoo and its actions.
Chinese eat bitter,
comparing Damien Hirst and Duchamp.
Leibniz, Hooke,
Houellebecq, Hemingway, alcohol:
trigger happy.
Night templar:
Justin Hawkins flame tattoo,
Iron Maiden aeroplane,
phallic cymbals —
Jean Baudrillard post-orgiastic age.
Derrida’s motherfucker:
“Do not become a scientist.”
Words instead of nice,
my cruel is all fired up:
misogynistic sexual degradation
(dark women in thongs and high heels),
spurting blood is sexual;
dream dictionary dead rats,
Undead Pynchon —
horror play.
Ghost signs, palimpsests:
Idiran war
(storms of steel),
visions of the twin towers’ fall,
the book of allusions,
Schubert’s Eighth, things left unfinished.
© 1996-2008 Steven Poole v3.5
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