Saturday, May 31, 2008

Composed of Words Not My Own

In an effort to test my literary-fu, I am attempted to create a poem using only excerpts from my recent reading, “Fifteen Thousand Useful Phrases”. I only added punctuation to the end of the lines:

All silent as the sheeted dead,
Your Mind enthroned in the seventh circle of content.
But across it, like a mob’s menace, fell the thunder.
Kind of unscrupulous contempt for gravity,
Drowsiness coiled insidiously about him.
In a vague and fragmentary way,
Precipitated into mysterious depths of nothingness:
A weird world of morbid horrors.
Obviously the matter is settled.

I kinda like it. Any contrary opinions?

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