It has been a year that started off with iambs, switched to trochees, fell into iambs & pyrrhics before committing deeply to anapests and dactyls. Oh and some horrible shit happened, but you already read about it in all the news in witty print... no? See that crazy looking baby on your right? That's called a memory brick. If you buy it, a big brick of paper will help jar not only your memories of 2010, but also your emotions. Poetry's a mnemonic device that encodes more than phonemes, symbols and rhythms... uh, did I say poetry? I meant to say memory brick. Buy your own today!
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Thursday, January 20, 2011
A few more minutes until your 365th day of news poems
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Toylit Q1/Q2 2010 Report: Six Months of Gestation
Energy Conversion [Today's News Poem, January 20, 2011]
Energy Conversion [Today's News Poem, January 20, 2011]
Energy's lost with every conversion.
Entropy rules us, dominates cycles.
Parents: the link to ancestors—frenzied
Idiots, cavemen, monsters and wildcats
Somehow created life as we know it.
Cudgels for fathers, pimps for our mothers:
Marriage and murder—willingly brutish.
Moments spent gazing into the water,
Sleeping in grass as thunderheads gathered
Transferred to heirs: the dew of the tranquil
Gilded with bloody drops then transmitted;
Mixed with the sperm and ova that bonded—
Echoes of bite and nothing like parents.
"As state governments struggle with the fiscal damage caused by the recession, an income tax increase has become a rarely used remedy. "
—MICHAEL POWELL, The New York Times, Published: January 19, 2011
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/20/business/economy/20tax.html
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Energy's lost with every conversion.
Entropy rules us, dominates cycles.
Parents: the link to ancestors—frenzied
Idiots, cavemen, monsters and wildcats
Somehow created life as we know it.
Cudgels for fathers, pimps for our mothers:
Marriage and murder—willingly brutish.
Moments spent gazing into the water,
Sleeping in grass as thunderheads gathered
Transferred to heirs: the dew of the tranquil
Gilded with bloody drops then transmitted;
Mixed with the sperm and ova that bonded—
Echoes of bite and nothing like parents.
"As state governments struggle with the fiscal damage caused by the recession, an income tax increase has become a rarely used remedy. "
—MICHAEL POWELL, The New York Times, Published: January 19, 2011
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/20/business/economy/20tax.html
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