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Hi guys!
Hmm, I'm a tad bit busy today. Well, not really... the rest of the Lit Mag staff talked me out of staying after today, because I've been working like crazy on the layout all by myself. They knew I could use a day off. So all I really have to do is a tiny bit of homework and a scholarship application. Then I'm going to Cordelia's chorus concert! (Eeeee! I'm so happy that I can go.)
I've been writing a poem these last two days, called "Madness is an Allusion". I want it to end up being a really long affair, but right now there are only two stanzas.
There are 21 allusions so far (allusions to the same person or event count each time, but multiple allusions to the same song or other short work only count for one). How many can you catch!? (Hint: one allusion is in punctuation, another is a reference to both a kid's show heroine and a person mentioned earlier in the poem, and some border on being references. These are sophisticated allusions. :P)
Madness is an Allusion
best, worst,
of times
gone to the Dickens crushing Charles' Great Expectations
Darwin, charles Darwin
who set out on snoopy to a double entendre on the fox network,
proving that british shows
should not be remade with american accents and tame scripts
anyway,
darwin sailed the easter Beagle... yes, snoopy, i said that (aren't you following this?)
with a jesus fish on the bumper
and wrote humorous stories about reptilic antics
in his blogger, because livejournal Sold Out
and only the balcony was left. you can't even see from the balcony. come on.
Come On, let's play! the Explorer,
that bilingual attempt at pinning a lucrative Market: hispanic toddlers
and what a market it is!
they say the marketplace has always been the center of society
(who is they? what is "they're"?
what's there?) who's there? knock knock on wood
whether 'tis nobler to be
a man like me (black like me)
knick knack Paddywack like me
paddywaggons, we now see
diction is an artifact.
and it has far more Art than Facts
but life imitates neither
so you can take your green carnation and go
start a new movement in paris or something,
oscar wilde--
the world never knew your worth--
the late great son of a rich man's earth--
La Vie mayhem--
punctuation, i guess, is a mindset--
emily dickinson was the same way--
this is tiring
Hmm, I'm a tad bit busy today. Well, not really... the rest of the Lit Mag staff talked me out of staying after today, because I've been working like crazy on the layout all by myself. They knew I could use a day off. So all I really have to do is a tiny bit of homework and a scholarship application. Then I'm going to Cordelia's chorus concert! (Eeeee! I'm so happy that I can go.)
I've been writing a poem these last two days, called "Madness is an Allusion". I want it to end up being a really long affair, but right now there are only two stanzas.
There are 21 allusions so far (allusions to the same person or event count each time, but multiple allusions to the same song or other short work only count for one). How many can you catch!? (Hint: one allusion is in punctuation, another is a reference to both a kid's show heroine and a person mentioned earlier in the poem, and some border on being references. These are sophisticated allusions. :P)
Madness is an Allusion
best, worst,
of times
gone to the Dickens crushing Charles' Great Expectations
Darwin, charles Darwin
who set out on snoopy to a double entendre on the fox network,
proving that british shows
should not be remade with american accents and tame scripts
anyway,
darwin sailed the easter Beagle... yes, snoopy, i said that (aren't you following this?)
with a jesus fish on the bumper
and wrote humorous stories about reptilic antics
in his blogger, because livejournal Sold Out
and only the balcony was left. you can't even see from the balcony. come on.
Come On, let's play! the Explorer,
that bilingual attempt at pinning a lucrative Market: hispanic toddlers
and what a market it is!
they say the marketplace has always been the center of society
(who is they? what is "they're"?
what's there?) who's there? knock knock on wood
whether 'tis nobler to be
a man like me (black like me)
knick knack Paddywack like me
paddywaggons, we now see
diction is an artifact.
and it has far more Art than Facts
but life imitates neither
so you can take your green carnation and go
start a new movement in paris or something,
oscar wilde--
the world never knew your worth--
the late great son of a rich man's earth--
La Vie mayhem--
punctuation, i guess, is a mindset--
emily dickinson was the same way--
this is tiring