4210 Improv 6

Hap

IF but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,
That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"

Then would I bear, and clench myself, and die,
Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;
Half-eased, too, that a Powerfuller than I
Had willed and meted me the tears I shed.

But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
--Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan....
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain. 

Thomas Hardy

I Just changed the words from Thomas’s piece

IF but some browsing poorman would call to me
From in these tough times, a disease: "Thou suffering thing,
there is no known that sorrow his ecstasy,
That he love's loss is my hate's profiting!"

Then would he rattle, and venom sting, and die,
wither by the sense of break unmerited;
Half-eased, too, that a Black Face of War
Had tipped and coined his tears he shed.

But not so. How leaves like the autumn,
And why unblooms the best hope ever sown?
--Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain,
And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan....
These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown
Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.

4210 Improv 5

I Heard a Fly Buzz- When I Died
Emily Dickinson

Dying

I heard a fly buzz when I died;
      The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
      Between the heaves of storm.
The eyes beside had wrung them dry,
      And breaths were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the king
      Be witnessed in his power.
I willed my keepsakes, signed away
      What portion of me I
Could make assignable,-and then
      There interposed a fly,
With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
      Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
      I could not see to see.

My Improv:

Note to self:

Improv writing like Emily

Dickinson I heard is

A proven difficult task, yes

It is quite difficult to do.

I am sitting here, library

Frustrated cream cheese chives

Feed my belly, yummy

I think to myself this is end.

4210 Improv 4

Because I Could Not Stop for Death

Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death – 

He kindly stopped for me – 

The Carriage held but just Ourselves – 

And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility – 

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess – in the Ring – 

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – 

We passed the Setting Sun – 

Or rather – He passed us – 

The Dews drew quivering and chill – 

For only Gossamer, my Gown – 

My Tippet – only Tulle – 

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground – 

The Roof was scarcely visible – 

The Cornice – in the Ground – 

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity – 

Mine. I tried to follow the 8 and 6 pattern... fail lol

Pregame Procedures

(when the well-ordered meet for war)

They meet in Mexico

the city of yachts, rapid growth,

and world-class agave tequila.

The girls, they mirror mascara

and the boys, they con-troll

step-by-step the bomber

claim exclusive international right

larger in size and honey the nose

two-sided, masks real relation-

ships “forward” grid tally

and equipment limitations.

4210 Improv 3

This is a long poem so I am just going to link to it and below is my odd writing.

“The tide that left and never came back”

“And Hansel said to Gretel,” Fact:

the inside of a butterfly is orange,

it quirts the shape of the coastline

controlling the directions needed to find

home, never satisfying the almost equal,

the gravitational force of other needs,

itemized purchase of powdered milk ,

shoes, and tile from hours to years

crumble the way home.

The sea it twists into accurate accounts

boating the English, Dutch, and the African

pygmy hedgehog — forced to believe their wild

or put into a state of responsible breeders

and propelling handlers of “FREEDOM”

a fear to question predators — especially

the “regime type,” the composed bodies

of opinion leaders, the ones who Jaw

When things are as dirty as the stripper scandal.

More Junk Yard

Fact: The inside of a butterfly is orange.

PLEASE COMMENT!! For every 1 load of laundry how many dryer sheets are you supposed to put into that load?

*sigh* Just realized Florida looks like a penis. I'm living in the Penis State.

Blood work and doctors visits will soon be the death of me..I think doctors are secretly in a league of blooding sucking vampires!

I’m not explaining things to people anyway

I drunk half of it black because I’m an Adult

I miss my dirty rice

Food for the poor

We're all insane the same people

everyday we're dying and I am dying to die

saw a boa kill a rabbit on discovery earlier today. It must suck living in nature.

Somewhere between Miami and Cozumel is not a bad choice

4210 Improv 2

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer

BY WALT WHITMAN

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,

When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,

When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,

How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,

Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

Improv-

Typhoons pour over poor Manila, August 8 2012

When I heard nothing from the baby clung

to her mother’s lungs, the striking support

of the railing no longer permit off-limit guard

to protect her family’s greatest asset – time

kept quite in her infant eyes that no longer haze

light golden brown but instead spindle and swell

into water fractals, dirty cultivated rice, and the sick trend

of PARENTHOOD : the reply of a sixteen year old girl

to force extended arms around the shoulder of a boy

who could not provide symmetrical support but grant

debts that can’t be ready: “prepared for a hurricane.”

More Junk Yard Quotes

Down to such a fine art
the gently-er of the open road
wash behind your ears twice a day
simply lack
pursuits we're looking for
I wanted something gummy and fruity. All they had were the stupid gummy worms. It was miserable I had to chop the worms.
To another building
lock the door
start shooting
you'l change the way you do something to save your life
the behavior of those young people
reach and audience that doesn't listen
wake and sensible after tragedy
before a dark cloud
you can't be tired when you're dealing with someone else life
you can't embarrass me but I can embarrass you
shot gun above the car- you don't listen to her but me
an apology alone is painful
The how and the why
The essence of writing is re-writing
wordy dude
you realize some words are not necessary
The filthy words that are always filthy we've lost so many freedoms in the last few years. it's bogus.
humanity allows people to say good bye before we die
you can't say that what's happening to free speech
different strokes for different folk
everyone knows everything. I know everything.
why spend mine when I can spend yours
While we spoke of many things
Hulett and abandon bulding
You ruined the tip of her banana
I am tired of color
no adventure stopping