Babelfishing Poetry: "Privacy And Embarrassment"
Babelfishing Poetry: "Privacy And Embarrassment"
I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? No tornadoes, floods, unexpected sinkholes, avalanches, mudslides, blizzards, hailstorms, lightning strikes, hurricanes, earthquakes, wildfires, tsunamis, volcanoes, sandstorms, alien abductions, toxic spills, transit strikes, computer crashes, polar vorticies, landslides, gaping potholes? I hope not, I really do. Because that would be disastrous, it really would. Anyway, get ready for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tart up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature, chosen at random, is the Fine Young Cannibals' "She Drives Me Crazy" (watch FYC video here, or listen to British a cappella vocal group The Flying Pickets' version here, or listen to Dolly Parton's kinda weird country/dance-rock hybrid rendition here). Enjoy.
Privacy And Embarrassment
Find the big bang.
Not really much knowledge.
I give it to myself.
Summer belonged to the win.
Finally?
New Northstenija.
I cannot sleep.
People feel sad.
Everything is bad
but the three who are going to be surprised.
The truth?
Violation and victory in the daytime.
Do not walk.
No one enjoys it.
Miscissippi.
Just like the others,
I missed privacy
and embarrassment.
.
I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? No tornadoes, floods, unexpected sinkholes, avalanches, mudslides, blizzards, hailstorms, lightning strikes, hurricanes, earthquakes, wildfires, tsunamis, volcanoes, sandstorms, alien abductions, toxic spills, transit strikes, computer crashes, polar vorticies, landslides, gaping potholes? I hope not, I really do. Because that would be disastrous, it really would. Anyway, get ready for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, tart up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's feature, chosen at random, is the Fine Young Cannibals' "She Drives Me Crazy" (watch FYC video here, or listen to British a cappella vocal group The Flying Pickets' version here, or listen to Dolly Parton's kinda weird country/dance-rock hybrid rendition here). Enjoy.
Privacy And Embarrassment
Find the big bang.
Not really much knowledge.
I give it to myself.
Summer belonged to the win.
Finally?
New Northstenija.
I cannot sleep.
People feel sad.
Everything is bad
but the three who are going to be surprised.
The truth?
Violation and victory in the daytime.
Do not walk.
No one enjoys it.
Miscissippi.
Just like the others,
I missed privacy
and embarrassment.
.