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christinasng
Posted on Monday, February 17, 2003 - 07:22 pm:   

Hi Rhys,

Nope I haven't received any dinosaurs. :D They sound real cute!

Cheers,
Christina
http://www.mephala.com
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Rhys
Posted on Tuesday, February 18, 2003 - 06:47 am:   

Hi Christina!

Love your poetry, by the way!

Jeff VanderMeer started something that is turning our to be great fun... The creation of a story line by line, each new contributor adding a single sentence to what has gone before...

I want to do something similar -- but with poetry!

Let's all write a poem together, one line at a time! It'll be best if each time you add your line, you cut and paste the whole of what has gone before.

And let's make this poem about DINOSAURS!

OK, anybody got a first line???
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Mastadge
Posted on Tuesday, February 18, 2003 - 04:14 pm:   

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red





Okay, so I'm no good at poetry. . .well, in any event, that's a first line. Take it or leave it. . .
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Rhys
Posted on Wednesday, February 19, 2003 - 03:30 am:   

It's an extremely good line actually!

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath
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Tamar
Posted on Wednesday, February 19, 2003 - 01:22 pm:   

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern
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Des
Posted on Wednesday, February 19, 2003 - 01:51 pm:   

Intermission: here is something from DINOSAURS by Italo Calvino:

"From the semidarkness of fears and doubts of now ignorant generations, the Dinosaurs continued to extend their necks, to raise their taloned hoofs, and when the last shadow of their image had been erased, their name went on, superimposed on all meanings, perpetuating their presence in relations among living beings. Now, when the name too had been erased, they would become one thing with the mute and anonymous molds of thought, through which thoughts take on form and substance: by the New Ones, and by those who would come after the New Ones, and those who would come even after them."
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Des
Posted on Wednesday, February 19, 2003 - 01:58 pm:   

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch

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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, February 20, 2003 - 01:52 am:   

Hey Des! I love those Calvino stories!

Nice to see you, Tamar!


Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss


I think this is great so far! Thanks everyone!
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JeffV
Posted on Friday, February 21, 2003 - 09:31 am:   

Rhys--I hope to contribute to this, but my poetry skills are orfal.
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Christina Sng
Posted on Saturday, February 22, 2003 - 08:58 am:   

Hi Rhys, thanks! :D

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss
in a fugue of history unwoven where once
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JeffV
Posted on Saturday, February 22, 2003 - 02:49 pm:   

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss
in a fugue of history unwoven where once
their tread inspired strange topography
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Luís
Posted on Saturday, February 22, 2003 - 10:14 pm:   

I'd like to contribute to this too, Rhys, but my poetry skills are offal and I don't want a dinosaur to eat them.

Cheers,
Luís
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Rhys
Posted on Sunday, February 23, 2003 - 06:50 am:   

Hey this is really good!

When it's done (and it doesn't have to be too long) I think I'll try to get it published somewhere -- under a pseudonym made up of the names of all the contributors!


Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven where once
their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts
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Luís
Posted on Sunday, February 23, 2003 - 08:32 am:   

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven where once
their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts
and plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Sunday, February 23, 2003 - 11:20 am:   

(Is a nobody allowed to speak?)

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven where once
their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts
and plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
they whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Monday, February 24, 2003 - 01:32 am:   

Eh, ignore the restrictive full-stop at the end.
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Rhys
Posted on Monday, February 24, 2003 - 03:28 am:   

No, that's cool. I think we have two good stanzas here.


Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven where once
their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts
and plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
they whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings
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Tamar
Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 11:31 am:   

threw down a momentary iridescence
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Des
Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 11:58 am:   

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven where once
their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts
and plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
they whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Tuesday, February 25, 2003 - 12:05 pm:   

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven where once
their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts
and plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
they whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
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Rhys
Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 01:59 am:   

COOL!


Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of value.


Very mild editing going on here. If anyone objects, let me know, OK? (Er... this isn't part of the poem!)
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Rhys
Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 04:29 am:   

No, make that:


to purchase an extinction of great value.
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JeffV
Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 05:53 pm:   

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of value.

Very mild editing occurred in the jungle,
despite the objections of the might beasts who
Know to make that purchase of extinction a great value?
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JeffV
Posted on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 - 05:54 pm:   

Just kidding!
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, February 27, 2003 - 05:46 am:   

There's no kidding here:

http://www.copyrightexpired.com/earlyimage/prehistoriclifebeforekt/hadrosaur.jpg

:-)

So a proper line anyone...?

(When this poem is finished I might submit it to HADROSAUR TALES)
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Thursday, February 27, 2003 - 09:24 am:   

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of value

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew
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Rhys
Posted on Friday, February 28, 2003 - 03:03 am:   

Fabulous! I don't know exactly what it's about but it's certainly atmospheric!

Title anyone?


Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of great value.

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew,
twice darkened on deep brains with shallow thoughts
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Friday, February 28, 2003 - 07:20 am:   

Bones of the Earth, maybe?

By the way, I actually meant for my line to continue on from the last stanza without a full-stop, but it seems to work fine this way, too.


Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of great value.

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew,
twice darkened on deep brains with shallow thoughts
Now sinew gone and bone like pillared salt

(I must stop grabbing every other line, ugh.)
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Friday, February 28, 2003 - 07:25 am:   

Silly me and my out-of-place capitalisation. Obviously, make that:

now sinew gone and bone like pillared salt
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Tamar
Posted on Monday, March 03, 2003 - 01:30 pm:   

Er - The End? ;-)
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Rotating Meerkat
Posted on Monday, March 03, 2003 - 01:51 pm:   

The end.
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Tuesday, March 04, 2003 - 01:25 am:   

Not with a bang but a whimper, eh?
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Luís
Posted on Tuesday, March 04, 2003 - 08:39 am:   

I like it that the poem seems to end abruptly (the last stanza only has three verses, not five).
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Rhys
Posted on Tuesday, March 04, 2003 - 10:26 am:   

Is this really the end?

I think I'll give it another week, just to make sure...

I was actually hoping for at least 5 stanzas, but I guess you can't have everything.

I may also perform an Oulipo-type experiment on the finished thing too!
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Wednesday, March 05, 2003 - 02:06 am:   

It can't be the end! Near-rhyme between thoughts and salt notwithstanding, it's a crappy end. If only I had known....

Although Luís has a point. There is a certain charm in it ending abruptly. Without a full-stop, even.
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Rhys
Posted on Wednesday, March 05, 2003 - 04:33 am:   

Heck I'll add to it myself!


BONES OF THE EARTH

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of great value.

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew,
twice darkened on deep brains with shallow thoughts
now sinew gone and bone like pillared salt
and centuries like pepper to season the flattened jaws

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Tamar
Posted on Wednesday, March 05, 2003 - 10:53 am:   

BONES OF THE EARTH

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern -
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of great value.

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew,
twice darkened on deep brains with shallow thoughts
now sinew gone and bone like pillared salt
and centuries like pepper to season the flattened jaws
the sectioned earth's compressed tracery
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, March 06, 2003 - 03:30 am:   

Thanks Tamar! You've saved a poem about extinction from extinction!

One more stanza (just another 5 lines) and I think we're done! A dinosaur poem!

I'll submit it to the journal HADROSAUR TALES and I'll also perform an Oulipo experiment on it and create *another* poem which I'll send elsewhere!

Thanks to everyone for this joint effort!
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Rhys
Posted on Monday, March 10, 2003 - 07:04 am:   

I'll get that last stanza if I have to do it all myself! :-)



BONES OF THE EARTH

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern --
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of great value.

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew,
twice darkened on deep brains with shallow thoughts,
now sinew gone and bone like pillared salt
and centuries like pepper to season the flattened jaws
which chew the sectioned earth's compressed tracery.

And so the last resting place of our stegosaur uncle
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 01:24 am:   

BONES OF THE EARTH

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern --
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of great value.

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew,
twice darkened on deep brains with shallow thoughts,
now sinew gone and bone like pillared salt
and centuries like pepper to season the flattened jaws
which chew the sectioned earth's compressed tracery.

And so the last resting place of our stegosaur uncle
the dried-mud river run past Eve and Adam's
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Rhys
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 02:28 am:   

Thanks Nicholas!

Nearly there now!



BONES OF THE EARTH

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern --
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of great value.

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew,
twice darkened on deep brains with shallow thoughts,
now sinew gone and bone like pillared salt
and centuries like pepper to season the flattened jaws
which chew the sectioned earth's compressed tracery.

And so the last resting place of our stegosaur uncle,
the dried-mud river run past Eve and Adam's
appled eyes and dappled hides and hidden scales
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Jack Haringa
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 04:48 am:   

BONES OF THE EARTH

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern --
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of great value.

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew,
twice darkened on deep brains with shallow thoughts,
now sinew gone and bone like pillared salt
and centuries like pepper to season the flattened jaws
which chew the sectioned earth's compressed tracery.

And so the last resting place of our stegosaur uncle,
the dried-mud river run past Eve and Adam's
appled eyes and dappled hides and hidden scales,
by the small soft hands of his unlikely inheritors revealed

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Rhys
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 04:53 am:   

Great!

Only one more line left and then we have a communal poem!

Not just that -- but a poem about dinosaurs!!!
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Des
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 08:12 am:   

I think all participants should offer a final line, from which Rhys can choose. Mine is;

a terrible-lizard gaping awink with gold teeth

Des
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Rhys
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 08:43 am:   

That's a nice thought, Des.

But I love your last line... I think it's perfect!

So I'm going to take it!

Not that I'm a control freak or anything... I hate the idea of control... But I'm an impatient fellow and I have to say that I think this poem is really very good!

I wasn't expecting this 'experiment' to work. But it has!

So here we have it. The finished poem about dinosaurs!

Here is a list of the contributors (in chronological order, though some contributed more than one line):

'Mastadge' (Nathan?)
Rhys Hughes
Tamar Yellin
D.F. Lewis
Christina Sng
Jeff VanderMeer
Luis Rodrigues
Nicholas Liu
Jack Haringa

That's nine contributors. I haven't missed anyone out, have I?

And this is truly an international poem now. I know that I'm from Wales, that Christina is from Singapore, Des is from Essex, Jeff from Florida and Luis from Portugal. I *think* that Tamar is from the North of England??? I have an idea that 'Mastadge' is English too, though I can't say for sure. I have no idea where Nicholas and Jack are from.

I was greedy and contributed a total of 9 lines. Nicholas contributed 5. Tamar and Des both contributed 3 lines. Everybody else contributed 1. In my opinion, every stanza works really well.

Thanks so much everyone!

Here's the poem:



BONES OF THE EARTH

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern --
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of great value.

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew,
twice darkened on deep brains with shallow thoughts,
now sinew gone and bone like pillared salt
and centuries like pepper to season the flattened jaws
which chew the sectioned earth's compressed tracery.

And so the last resting place of our stegosaur uncle,
the dried-mud river run past Eve and Adam's
appled eyes and dappled hides and hidden scales,
by the small soft hands of his unlikely inheritors revealed
a terrible-lizard gaping awink with gold teeth!
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Rhys
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 08:45 am:   

Now I'm going to try to think of a pseudonym made up from the names of all the contributors. Then I'm going to submit the poem somewhere. (I'll try HADROSAUR TALES first).

Then I'm going to 'oulipo-ize' the poem and send that somewhere too!

Further explanations will follow soon...
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Mastadge
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 08:47 am:   

Mastadge = Nathan Blumenfeld

from Delaware, USA
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Des
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 08:48 am:   

Thanks, Rhys! Brilliant thread.
Dinero is money, btw. No? Play on words, not a plea for payment for participants! ;-)
Des
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Rhys
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 08:56 am:   

By the way, here is the homepage of HADROSAUR TALES:

http://www.zianet.com/hadrosaur/

It's a nice looking journal which has published some great work by such writers as the excellent (but grizzled) D.F. Lewis and the excellent (and gorgeous) Christina Sng.

One unusual feature of this journal is that the editor offers payment in cotton dinosaurs... An option well worth choosing!
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 09:12 am:   

Christina is from Singapore? I'm from Singapore, too!
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 09:27 am:   

No slight intended, but I can't help but observe that the magazine's logo resembles an unholy amalgam of a duck and a dildo, as executed by a 5-year-old. Reading a boo, of course. A literate dilduck. Puzzling.

Oh, and sadly: "Hadrosaur Tales is now closed to submissions. We will re-open for submissions from May 1 - June 15, 2003."
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 09:28 am:   

Or reading a book, even.
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Tamar
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 02:08 pm:   

Well, May 1st isn't long to wait... I wouldn't mind a couple of cotton dinosaurs for my nephews. What is a "cotton dinosaur" anyway?

Yes, Rhys - I live in the Republic of Yorkshire.
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Jack Haringa
Posted on Tuesday, March 11, 2003 - 03:10 pm:   

For the sake of completeness, I'm from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, USA (though not Boston, nor from the People's Republic of Cambridge).

~Jack~
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Rhys
Posted on Wednesday, March 12, 2003 - 03:12 am:   

Here's a link to some pictures of the "cotton dinosaurs" in question:

http://www.zianet.com/hadrosaur/shayla.html

I probably need to say no more on this topic! I'm sure you are all now really keen to get one!

Nicholas: yes Christina lives in Singapore. What a coincidence! Check out this interview with her:

http://funcity.org/~cafe-po/poetnewsDec01.html

I think she's completely marvellous!
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Thursday, March 13, 2003 - 05:50 am:   

I've read some of her poetry, and I don't think there's many who'd disagree! Sadly, I can't seem to access her site at the moment.

It's perplexing that I've never heard of her in the Singapore context before. I wonder how many writers slip under the Singaporean arts scene radar simply because they do not position themselves as Singaporean Writers. Hm.
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, March 13, 2003 - 07:52 am:   

Here's a very basic Oulipo experiment...

I copied the poem 'Bones of the Earth' and pasted it into the babelfish automatic translation program and translated it into Spanish. Then I translated it back into English.

Here it is (slightly cleaned up for the sake of coherence):



BONES OF THE EARTH

The supine meat, myriad cloven by the teeth red-yellow,
resting in lagoons reedy with the revolting volcanic breathing,
dreaming about long-die forests completely of fern
-- forests dreaming that re-rose of lava and pajote
and that cleaned their lips of the kiss of a meteorite.

In a flight of history they unwoven
where once its footstep inspired the strange topography,
they projected with stones of disappointed hearts,
sunk in the meat of aeons last
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

The new flame in the morning filtered through the giant wings of libélula,
sent under iridescence momentary,
threw a currency of gold against as soon as a death of the pool,
paying its own one piper with obtains from the one sameone
to buy an extinction of the great value.

Ignition once in the strong beasts of the bone and the sinew,
darkened twice in deep brains with low thoughts,
now the gone sinew and the bone like pillared the salt
and centuries like the pepper to ripen the flattened jaws
that chew tracery compressed of the sectioned Earth.

And so the place of reclinación passed of our uncle of stegosaur,
of the operation of the river of the dry-mud
beyond the eve and Adam
appled eyes and dappled hides and the hidden scales,
by the small smooth hands of their improbable heirs
revealed awink gaping of the terrible-lizard with the teeth of gold!


That's surprisingly close to the original!!!
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Thursday, March 13, 2003 - 08:42 am:   

I like how my first line ("and whispered. . . .") is the only one to have survived the ordeal entirely intact. Huzzah.
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Rhys
Posted on Friday, March 14, 2003 - 02:35 am:   

Ah, you are translation-proof! :-)

The proper Oulipo version of 'Bones of the Earth' is going to be entitled:

BONNETS OF THE EARWIG

I'll explain why (and how) in due course!
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Friday, March 14, 2003 - 06:19 am:   

Now that I think about it, "translation-proof" seems to be a bit of a dubious honour. Ah, well, I'll take what I can get.

Interestingly, a babelfish treatment of the Duke Nukem tagline will eventually produce something not unlike a koan.
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Rhys
Posted on Wednesday, March 19, 2003 - 03:27 am:   

Well, here’s the first stanza of our ‘oulipo-ised’ communal poem:


BONNETS OF THE EARWIG

Slippery flippers, mythically chased by telegraphists now redundant,
clapping in seedy lambswool and foolish volunteer’s breeches,
gesturing at short deaf forewomen full of fervour –-
forewomen rotting in dreams of festoons and mulligatawny
and liqueurs distilled from metronomes and kittens.


In due course I’ll explain how this transformation took place. Until then I’ll just say it wasn’t easy!

The point of any successful oulipo experiment is that it makes a kind of sense you probably couldn’t make on your own.

I’m not entirely sure this is going to happen here! I guess we’ll have to wait and see!
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Wednesday, March 19, 2003 - 09:37 am:   

It does make a feverish sort of sense, though it remains to be seen if it'll remain so once you add the other stanzas. :p

Incidentally:

"It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum, and I'm all out of gum."

(into Japanese and back) "It is the time when that kicks the donkey, crunches the bubble rubber, I am everything from the rubber."
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Rhys
Posted on Friday, April 04, 2003 - 04:19 am:   

The second stanza of BONNETS OF THE EARWIG is finally ready. Here it is:


In a forest of happenings unusual
where once their tongues invaded stout trifles,
they scampered with the stumps of disagreeable heels,
prospered in the fevers of blooming apes
and whittled yawning talismans in the dormant moon.
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Rhys
Posted on Tuesday, May 06, 2003 - 06:58 am:   

At long last the third stanza of BONNETS OF THE EARWIG! Like most Oulipo projects this is proving extremely tricky to complete!


Nude mysterious fibber fornicated through gladly dishevelled wives,
thrust deeply a magnificent isosceles,
coiled a chain of glue around just one poppy’s design,
pinching his own peanuts with soft-monkey love
to pleasure an exhibition of gourmet vests.
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steve r
Posted on Tuesday, May 06, 2003 - 04:14 pm:   

Isn't th econnection with dinosaurs a bit too obvious?
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Wednesday, May 07, 2003 - 11:15 am:   

Do you think we might start a new one now?
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, May 08, 2003 - 02:57 am:   

Absolutely!

Any ideas? Over to you!

(I'll still continue with my Oulipo-ising of the dinosaur poem, but it may take some time because it's a laborious process: and I'll have to explain that process when it's finished.)
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Thursday, May 08, 2003 - 05:23 am:   

Here's an (I think) interesting idea which I hope won't prove unnecessarily complicated. I shall post two lines of poetry. The first will be from a pre-existing poem, while the second will be original. The next person to post will edit or replace my first line while having it still match up with my second, as well as post his or her own two lines (again, the first line being from another poem by anybody at all and the second being original). When the poem is finished, so to speak, someone shall edit or replace the second last line, thus making the poem entirely original.

Does that make sense? (No set topic, by the way.)

Anyhow:

Because I do not hope to turn again
the broken shells of insects etherised
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, May 08, 2003 - 05:51 am:   

What a great idea! And what a superb example of Oulipo technique!

"Because I do not hunger to casserole
the broken shells of insects etherised"

Do you mean something like that?

And now for the second part:

"Dreaming when dawn's left hand was in the sky
my right hand fumbled with her sister's thighs"

Next!

Ha! I like this.
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Thursday, May 08, 2003 - 06:28 am:   

Yes, exactly like that.

So, as it now stands:

Because I do not hunger to casserole
the broken shells of insects etherised
[d]reaming when dawn's left hand was in the sky
my right hand fumbled with her sister's thighs

I would continue it msyelf, but I'm trying to exercise a little self-restraint this time round. :-)

Incidentally, it isn't necessary to do a word-for-word substitution like Rhys has done, though it's very cool. Any method of replacing the line will do.
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Thursday, May 08, 2003 - 06:30 am:   

Pardon me, but I think I shall repost this on a fresh thread. It is getting a little long, and it no longer suits the topic name (though that does have a certain charm).
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, May 08, 2003 - 07:07 am:   

I agree.

I'll probably finish Oulipo-ising the original dinosaur poem and post the result here. That will be the end of this thread!

Cool!
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christinasng
Posted on Wednesday, May 14, 2003 - 10:13 am:   

Hello Rhys!

Ah, lovely! I see you guys have finished the poem.

On the Dinosaur topic, did you ask David for the dinosaurs as payment or did he offer to send you one? I'd love to get one.

Hi Nicholas, yup, I'm here in Singapore too. Do you run in any of the poetry circles here? I don't think we've met.

Cheerios,
Christina
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Wednesday, May 14, 2003 - 10:15 pm:   

Oh, definitely not. Just a year ago I was writing crap (not to say that I'm hot stuff now), so I'm only just starting out. The full extent of my achievements is two poems in the2ndrule, which, not to belittle it, isn't all that rigorous editorially.

How is it I've never come across your name in the Singapore context, despite the omnipresence of your wonderful poetry (or reviews thereof) in other places on the net?
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christinasng
Posted on Wednesday, May 14, 2003 - 10:34 pm:   

Hi Nicholas,

Thanks for your kind words. :D

In Singapore I've done several readings and sold my books there but that's about it. Publishers here are very selective about what they publish (stuff of a local context) so my work doesn't really fit. I guess it is really going where your market is.

Hope we'll meet up sometime in the future. There's some poetry slam thing happening at Zouk on the 27th of May I'll be reading at. Should be quite fun. If you'll be going let me know. I'll be the girl in black togs reading from a red book.

Cheers,
Christina
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Wednesday, May 14, 2003 - 10:51 pm:   

Yes, that's true. I often wonder if my own stuff could ever really fit in. Am also slightly disillusioned with some of the stuff that gets pritned, not to name names. At the same time, I'm absolutely awed by others (and here I will name names: Alfian {is the Bin in or out?} Sa'at, Cyril Wong). Worst of both worlds.

Oh, the—the what, cabaret? poetry slam cabaret—thing, you mean? I heard about it, but it isn't my sort of thing.
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, May 15, 2003 - 05:02 am:   

I'd definitely go to Zouk to watch Christina if I was in Singapore. Trouble is I'm still in Wales! Ah well! Good luck though, Christina!

About the dinosaurs: I had to ask for a dinosaur instead of dollars. Not that I'm suggesting that dollars are necessarily superior to dinosaurs...
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Thursday, May 15, 2003 - 07:53 am:   

Rhys: I'd go to hear her read if it wasn't at Zouk. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I went there.

As for dollars vs. dinos. . . . Well, all I can come up with is that dollars are easier to fit into one's wallet. Believe you me, if dinosaurs were man-portable, I'd be out there campaigning for their adoption as a universal medium of exchange 24/7.
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christinasng
Posted on Thursday, May 15, 2003 - 08:03 pm:   

Rhys: Oh! I shall request for a dinosaur then the next time a poem gets accepted. ;D

How far is Wales from London? I might take a trip there to visit a friend there before he disappears forever back home to Melbourne.

Nicholas: No worries. I am no Zoukette myself and will leave long before the hordes of clubbers stampede in. I believe the poetry slam (plus open mike, for which I will be reading) is about 7-9pm.
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Thursday, May 15, 2003 - 08:14 pm:   

Well, that's heartening. I suppose I'll reconsider it. :-)
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Rhys
Posted on Friday, May 16, 2003 - 05:41 am:   

Christina: yes come and visit me in Wales! Or if you'd care to meet up in London I can introduce you some of my friends there. That will be cool!
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Rhys
Posted on Friday, May 16, 2003 - 05:44 am:   

Whoops! Forgot to say: Cardiff (the capital of Wales) is three hours by train (or bus) from London. Swansea (where I live) is four hours. Mid and West and North Wales are much harder to get to (it's wild country up there!)
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christinasng
Posted on Saturday, May 17, 2003 - 08:48 pm:   

Nicholas: Cool! Might see you there. :D I'll post the exact time when I get it from the organiser.

Rhys: My dear friend in London has a new job there so a year-end trip might be possible. I'd love to see Wales!
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Rhys
Posted on Monday, May 19, 2003 - 07:58 am:   

Christina: Good! So the invitation is official now. If you do make the trip, you are more than welcome to stay with me. I'll take some time off to show you around.

Will you be staying with your friend in London? If not, I can probably put you up with some of my friends there.

So what sort of place is this Zouk? Why wouldn't Nicholas know what to do with himself if he entered it?
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christina
Posted on Wednesday, May 21, 2003 - 06:51 pm:   

Nicholas: It is 8pm at Zouk. Entry fee is $10 which includes a drink.

Rhys: Thanks for your kind offer! :D I'll keep you posted. My friend in London has a small flat so will be able to put me up for the duration of my stay.

Zouk is a, well, 'the' club to hang at. My clubbing days are over so it doesn't quite appeal to me anymore: the smoke and the loud music.
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christina
Posted on Monday, May 26, 2003 - 08:52 am:   

Nicholas: Here's the details on the event.

> Zouk Night Club and Word Forward
>
> present:
>
> The Poetry Slam Cabaret
> at
> Velvet Underground
>
>
>
>
> Launching Poetry Slam in Singapore
> (to be held the last Tuesday of each month)
>
> This event will also showcase new Singaporean-based poetry, theatre,
> music,
> dance, movement, multi-media, comedy and performance art.
>
> Date: Launching Tuesday, 27 May, 2003
>
> Time: 8-10pm,
>
> Venue: Velvet Underground,
> Zouk Night Club,
> 17 Jiak Kim Street, Singapore
>
>
> For more information contact Chris Mooney-Singh h/p 91011844
> or mooneysingh@hotmail.com
>
>
>
>
............................................................................
> .......
>
> "A pop culture phenomenon!"
> -- Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun Times
> "When you...started to read...I was nearly blown out of my seat. I
> never
> knew that poetry could be so utterly enticing and fascinating...I
> thought
> that poems were always read by someone with a monotone voice who
> would say
> all sorts of corny and played-out stuff, but was I ever wrong. I
> learned
> that poetry could be incredibly fun... "
> - Michael Kushman, White Plains NY
>
> Poetry Slam is the competitive art of writing and performing poetry
>
>
>
>
>
>
> Program highlights:
> Poetry Slam competition with a cash prize. Slammers need to have
> three poems
> ready. Each poem should be no longer than three minutes.The first 6
> Slam
> competitors to sign up get $2 discount for door entry.
> This month's featured guest performance poet - Richard Lord (USA)
> Group Dance Item by Adriana Ngaman and Co.
> Performance by 4 Crying Out Loud, the resident poets' ensemble
> Open mic readings (first five to sign up at the door)
> Recite your favourite classic poem (first three to sign at the door)
> Come early to sign up for the open mic and the Classic Poems Feature
> segment
>
>
> Door Entry: $10 only includes:
>
> Free entry to late night Zouk Club events.
> Buy one drink, get one free.
>
> (Organised by Word Forward, a non-profit company promoting poetry and
> performance events in Singapore,
>
> (affiliated with Poetry Slam Inc, USA)
>
>
>
> Austin Slam Team, USA
>
>
>
> A Poetry Slam postscript:
>
>
> The rules and proceedures are simple:
>
> Poets compete over 3 rounds.
> Poems no longer than 3 minutes each (have 3 ready) on any subject you
> think
> the audience will respond to.
> 5 judges are selected at random from the audience. The object is
> simply to
> move the audience and to entertain. Comic poems are welcome. The
> 'best poet'
> doesn't always win; those who communicate well with the audience do
> well.
> Choose poems you think will work in a reading/performance context
> which may
> mean not your most exacting page poems.
> No props or musical instruments are allowed, but whatever sounds you
> can
> make with your body are acceptable as Spoken Word.
>
> A small cash prize will be offered to the winner who scores best over
> three
> rounds.
>
> All those who compete will go down in history as having been a part
> of the
> first Singapore Slam!
>
>
> It will be a great deal of fun.
>
> Most importantly:
>
> 'The points are not the point, the point is Poetry'
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christina
Posted on Thursday, May 29, 2003 - 01:45 am:   

Hi Rhys,

Dave just emailed me about Hadrosaur Tales #16. Will you be in it too? They'll be in the mail in a day or two. I had a thought about the dinosaurs and decided they won't quite fit into my rather ancient pre-war mailbox. Dave might have to ship it via parcel. Well, when I work out the probable logistics, I'll ask him if he would send one. :D

The slam was an eye-opener.

I am trying to organise a trip to England in August. It is either that or Horrorfind in Baltimore! Will you be attending any cons in the near future?

Cheerios,
Christina
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, May 29, 2003 - 03:18 am:   

Hello Christina! No, I don't think I'm in #14, but I'm certainly going to submit something in the near future and hope for another dinosaur. I don't think there's a rush: dinosaurs have a long shelf life. Something in the order of several million years, I guess!

Glad your poetry event went well... Are you going to do anything like that if you come over here? If not, would you like to? Why not think about it...

I'm not really planning to go to any conventions as such, though I'm hoping to travel to Lisbon soon to visit Luis Rodrigues and (maybe) a few other writers too... Not so much a con as an exploration of the local restaurants!
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David Lee Summers
Posted on Friday, May 30, 2003 - 09:13 am:   

Hi all,

Dave Summers, editor of Hadrosaur Tales, here. Rhys pointed me to this message board. The poem is wonderful!

As to toy dinosaurs for payment... what's happened is my wife's bookkeeping business has been doing very well and she's not able to make the dinos as fast as she used to. So, she asked me not to offer them as payment. However, she still does make the dinos and they certainly may be requested as payment... you have only to ask!

As to our logo. The dinosaur is Chinese hadrosaur -- Tsintaosaurus. The artwork was inspired by an illustration in "A Field Guide to Dinosaurs" published by Avon books. The logo actually was designed to be printed at less than 1cm across and looks rather nice at that size. We used larger versions here and there because it was our only artwork for a long time... I'm slowly replacing them as we've purchased better hadrosaurs for use on covers.

Rhys, your story "The Muse Ouroboros" is in Hadrosaur Tales 14 -- if you didn't get your copies let me know by private e-mail (and make sure I have your correct address) and I'll send new copies out right away!

For the rest of you... Issue 14 not only has a story by Rhys Hughes but poetry by Christina Sng. Copies may be ordered through Project Pulp. Links are at our website at: www.zianet.com/hadrosaur

Bests,
Dave
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Rhys
Posted on Friday, May 30, 2003 - 09:41 am:   

Great to see you here, Dave! I've always loved the look of HADROSAUR TALES and the poem on this thread was directly inspired by those wonderful cotton dinosaurs! (I tried to balance my collection of dinosaurs on a world globe but they kept sliding off, so now they stand next to it!)

One thing I've always found amazingly cool about you is that you are a radio astronomer who lives on a chilli farm!

I want to be you in another life...!
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Rhys
Posted on Wednesday, June 25, 2003 - 04:46 am:   

At last: the fourth stanza of BONNETS OF THE EARWIG!

Once lunched on buttocks sensible of baronets and sloths,
twice divided on dormant breath with smoky texture,
now slander gobbled and bloomers like pleated secrets
and conceits like pierrots to smite the flamboyant jackets
which certify the sensuous enterprise’s convulsed travesty.
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2003 - 04:44 am:   

And now: the final stanza of BONNETS OF THE EARWIG! The whole poem was much harder to write than it may appear! (Explanation of how it was written will follow soon).


And so the lesser rummaging populace of our spangled underpants,
the demure-mocking result run past earwigs and adulterer’s
arcane elbows and decanted hats and hectic shadows,
by the servile secret heads of his undoubted ironmongers romanced
a trouser-lamprey guffawing aloud with gross tentacles!
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Nicholas Liu
Posted on Thursday, June 26, 2003 - 11:52 am:   

trouser-lamprey, n. A meaty, cylindrical fish commonly found in the lower garments of the human male. Jawless, and very tenacious.
--trounce the trouser-lamprey: to lighten the load; to abuse oneself.
"Don't come in, I'm trouncing the trouser lamprey!" he ejaculated.
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Christina
Posted on Sunday, August 17, 2003 - 08:13 am:   

Hey Rhys,

I got my dinosaur! :D It is awesomely cute.

Cheers,
Christina
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Rhys
Posted on Monday, August 18, 2003 - 05:48 am:   

Excellent, Christina! Which dinosaur was it? Let me guess. A stegosaurus???
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Christina Sng
Posted on Monday, September 08, 2003 - 05:33 am:   

Hi Rhys,

It is a protoceratops. :D
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, September 11, 2003 - 04:25 am:   

Ah, those are cool!

Aren't they?

I'm not sure which is my favourite. I like them all!

Enjoy your diving holiday by the way... You had a choice: vacation in rainy, dirty Britain or a diving holiday somewhere warm.

You chose the diving holiday! I don't blame you! :-)

Have a good time, OK?
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Christina Sng
Posted on Thursday, September 11, 2003 - 09:34 am:   

Hi Rhys,

I will! :D And will bring back a cert to book.

The dinosaurs are cool. Kumie does a fantastic job on them.

Currently I am mulling over a line of poetry which is driving me up the wall. Doesn't help that my brain cells have gone to sleep already without me.

Cheerios,
Christina
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Jamie Rosen
Posted on Tuesday, January 13, 2004 - 05:45 pm:   

Patiently (and patently, and potently... portentously?) awaiting explanation of the Oulipo transpoeic metamorphosis.
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Rhys
Posted on Thursday, January 15, 2004 - 07:35 am:   

Yes, I have been very lax on this. I apologise.

First let us see the original poem and its OuLiPo treatment together:


Original Communal Poem:


BONES OF THE EARTH

Supine flesh, myriad cloven by yellow teeth now red,
reclining in reedy lagoons with foul volcanic breath,
dreaming of long-dead forests full of fern --
forests dreaming they re-rose from lava and mulch
and wiped their lips from a meteor's kiss.

In a fugue of history unwoven
where once their tread inspired strange topography,
they schemed with the stones of disappointed hearts,
plunged in the flesh of bygone aeons
and whispered yellow threnodies in the dried mud.

New morning flame filtered through giant dragonfly wings,
threw down a momentary iridescence,
cast a coin of gold against just one pond's death,
paying its own piper with self-minted lucre
to purchase an extinction of great value.

Once lighted on beasts strong of bone and sinew,
twice darkened on deep brains with shallow thoughts,
now sinew gone and bone like pillared salt
and centuries like pepper to season the flattened jaws
which chew the sectioned earth's compressed tracery.

And so the last resting place of our stegosaur uncle,
the dried-mud river run past Eve and Adam's
appled eyes and dappled hides and hidden scales,
by the small soft hands of his unlikely inheritors revealed
a terrible-lizard gaping awink with gold teeth!




OuLiPo Treatment:


BONNETS OF THE EARWIG

Slippery flippers, mythically chased by telegraphists now redundant,
clapping in seedy lambswool and foolish volunteer’s breeches,
gesturing at short deaf forewomen full of fervour –-
forewomen rotting in dreams of festoons and mulligatawny
and liqueurs distilled from metronomes and kittens.

In a forest of happenings unusual
where once their tongues invaded stout trifles,
they scampered with the stumps of disagreeable heels,
prospered in the fevers of blooming apes
and whittled yawning talismans in the dormant moon.

Nude mysterious fibber fornicated through gladly dishevelled wives,
thrust deeply a magnificent isosceles,
coiled a chain of glue around just one poppy’s design,
pinching his own peanuts with soft-monkey love
to pleasure an exhibition of gourmet vests.

Once lunched on buttocks sensible of baronets and sloths,
twice divided on dormant breath with smoky texture,
now slander gobbled and bloomers like pleated secrets
and conceits like pierrots to smite the flamboyant jackets
which certify the sensuous enterprise’s convulsed travesty.

And so the lesser rummaging populace of our spangled underpants,
the demure-mocking result run past earwigs and adulterer’s
arcane elbows and decanted hats and hectic shadows,
by the servile secret heads of his undoubted ironmongers romanced
a trouser-lamprey guffawing aloud with gross trust!
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Curious George
Posted on Saturday, February 28, 2004 - 10:17 am:   

*discrete cough*

Checks watch.
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steve r
Posted on Saturday, February 28, 2004 - 02:11 pm:   

Better get that cough seen to. Discreet coughs are socially acceptable, but discrete ones sound a bit contagious to me!
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des
Posted on Saturday, February 28, 2004 - 02:20 pm:   

I'd say a discrete cough would be the opposite of contagious.
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des
Posted on Saturday, February 28, 2004 - 11:57 pm:   

In fact, thinking about it overnight, I feel that a discrete cough, surely, is one that is autonomous: a slight ghostly bark in the night hutch, one that subsists simply on the sounds that a house settling into its foundations gives it or bones cracking in a butcher's shop at night -- a willothewisp tickle that travels the world looking for its phlegmy berth but never finding it.

Should have been in Dr Lambshead. ;-)
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steve r
Posted on Tuesday, March 02, 2004 - 06:50 am:   

After that, Des, I fear the slighterst sound will send me running to the doctor!
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Rhys
Posted on Wednesday, March 03, 2004 - 05:39 am:   

Sorry, Curious George!

I keep forgetting! Will try to have an answer by the end of this week. (It's just hectic at work at the moment!)

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