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Post by stormmonkey on Jan 13, 2009 0:00:34 GMT
Stream Of Absurd Nonsense - the idea is to write utterly absurd nonsense. Ok, I'll get things started. . . ------------------
Flexing paperwork and then Jupiter howled for strawberries and a National Panasonic dressed in a 1-2-3 and something happened. Pottery was still fading as that old fascination absorbed the sleeping animals and a ginger root. Why didn't you leave any chips for me?
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Post by broadsword on Feb 10, 2009 23:42:30 GMT
Fly cucumbers at the 3rd truck stop from the left, but when they ask you to stand on a bucket, tell them my aunty griselda has a parrot named Thagpumer which can juggle 3 hamburgers to a tune by Vivaldi
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Post by rebecca on Feb 11, 2009 0:09:17 GMT
Okay.
Sorry, but I loved my linguistics class and I can't help pointing out that this is a linguistics lesson too! No, the sentences don't make sense semantically (meaning meaning) but the fascinating thing is that they do makes sense in terms of syntax - we all know where in the sentence to put these words, what tense they should be in, what should modify what. The sentences are structured perfectly.
It's very cool, if you're a geek like me.
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Post by bluehare on Feb 11, 2009 14:04:23 GMT
I am a geek like you! Unfortunately, I don't think I have a brain like yours. I tried this just now, and all that happened was that my jaw started to slack and my eyes got all glazey. All my words failed me...except these, and there's nothing really spectacular about these....
Maybe I'm the Ivan Lendl of wordplay (in essence being good at my game - having a decent vocab, but still dull as dirt! ;D)....that would be scary......
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Post by rebecca on Feb 11, 2009 23:34:56 GMT
Well you keep me entertained and I'm sure I'm not alone!
Between you and me (don't tell anybody!) I'm not even good at scrabble!
Looks like we're working on our third natural disaster of the year. The leftovers of whatever hurricane that was back in September (we didn't get the rain but we got all the wind), a snow a couple of weeks ago that stopped the city for a week, and now tornados. I could lose electricity at any moment!
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Post by stormmonkey on Feb 12, 2009 17:58:58 GMT
then
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Post by steelmonkey on Feb 13, 2009 0:44:45 GMT
There's lots of great rock n roll dada- the old classic was 'Zilch" ( Mr Dobalena Mr Bob Dobalena, china copper calling alameda, it is of my opinion that the people are intending) REM has some way out there word painting songs. What's the frequency at the end of the world as we know it?
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Post by stormmonkey on Feb 13, 2009 2:06:19 GMT
Counting top and the tap chimed in with a ring-a-ding-ding from the happy sailor boy. Jolly pie-maker made his annual appearance accompanied by a pack of cornflakes and a bottle of Scotch whiskey. The wee dimple-faced toad was sparking his metal fingers against a disloyal calculator. Poor Mason Verger was playing cutie boy hearts-on-fire wearing pig-tails and curls while the downtown offices danced in a disco of flapjacks, sticklebacks and chip-shop style playing on a whorish little violin called Janice. We all laughed at Christopher Colombus and he tore into our flesh for suggesting that he was a sci-fi nerd from New Orleans. Pamela, Lucy, Louise, Mary, Janet, Wendy and Nicola all called round for a group hug.
A long time ago, around the time when sunshine shined from the cracks within an antique century, ten young and brave spidermen set out on a mission to get a couple of kiwi fruit and some grapes. Pushing through brambles, making slits in their teeth and tugging at their non-existant brains they laughed and smirked as they continued on their quest. Guffawing fools. On day two they stumbled upon two stray numbers - the infamous numbers 9 and 7. Opening conversation was slow to start with and 9 was chattier than 7, but before long the media mastermind appeared on the scene - a costive wizard in a smelly wheelchair. He crashed into many cathedrals and sent staplers, trees, wagons and dust flying and spinning into the air.
All glad to be onboard again and delighted to hear Captain Clickety Dick report that the wheel was securely attached to the engine this time. I pressed my palm against the canister of muck and prayed for a change in the dinner menu. At around 3pm I emerged from a tank of dust and started making money in the casino. I made a lot. By 5pm I was up 30 quid and ready to call it a night, so I cracked open a tin of whale sweat beer. Yum yum!
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Post by steelmonkey on Feb 13, 2009 2:40:52 GMT
Unwinese?
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Post by nonrabbit on Feb 13, 2009 8:58:51 GMT
Above the dark and inbetween the quilt of meaning a young crocodile named Dick sorted out his wallet. A yellow microphone hung low in the sky and picked up the echo in the valley.
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Post by quizzkid on Feb 13, 2009 11:04:08 GMT
Deep Joy Goodly Byelode loyal peeploders!
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Post by tullistray on Feb 13, 2009 14:52:26 GMT
This belongs to Captain Beefheart off his last record in 82, Ice Cream for Crow. It loses a little bit being read as opposed to Beefheart reading it aloud, but on one of my evenings of mental readjustment in 84, with a friend who I had a number of those sorts of experiences with 10 to 12 years earlier, this piece had us laughing in a part of our brains that was likely unsafe. The piece is called The Thousand and Tenth Day of the Human Totem Pole.
The thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole. The morning was distemper grey, Of the thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole. The man at the bottom was smiling. He had just finished his breakfast smiling. It hadn't rained or manured for over two hours. The man at the top was starving. The pole was a horrible looking thing With all of those eyes and ears And waving hands for balance. There was no way to get a copter in close So everybody was starving together. The man at the top had long ago given up But didn't have nerve enough to climb down. At night the pole would talk to itself and the chatter wasn't too good. Obviously the pole didn't like itself, it wanted to walk! It was the summer and it was hot And balance wouldn't permit skinning to undergarments. It was an integrated pole, it was taking on an reddish brown cast. Exercise on the pole was isometric, Kind of a flex and then balance Then the highest would roll together, The ears wiggle, hands balance. There was a gurgling and googling heard A tenth of the way up the pole. Approaching was a small child With Statue of Liberty doll.
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Post by broadsword on Feb 13, 2009 20:57:45 GMT
A custard filled letter-box may offer a bald mouse some crumb of comfort when the brick is in the ascendant, but you cannot show me anything for my wheelbarrow in Oxford. If a tortoise has the urge to sing melodies by a German piano tuner, why is my neighbours' plumbing coloured green?
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Post by maddogfagin on Jan 13, 2018 9:38:03 GMT
The reason I cancelled my trip to London is that Ian Anderson of Jethro Tull said he would not be performing any new songs until the new album is issued in 2019. Bad deal, wanted me to play lead on Locomotive Breath - NO
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Post by steelmonkey on Jan 13, 2018 17:03:14 GMT
Maybe a grand tour of $h1thole countries instead ?
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Post by ash on Jan 13, 2018 17:53:23 GMT
Maybe a grand tour of $h1thole countries instead ? Is there a list by anyone
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Post by maddogfagin on Jan 14, 2018 8:21:35 GMT
Maybe a grand tour of $h1thole countries instead ? Is there a list by anyone Not sure, but tr*mp could have been talking about concert venues in which case he's 100% correct about the Swindon Leisure Centre
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Post by JTull 007 on Jan 14, 2018 13:29:02 GMT
Maybe a grand tour of $h1thole countries instead ? Is there a list by anyone Someone would have to be 'Stable Genius' to have said such a thing or make such a List... Years ago I probably thought I was a 'Genius' when I discovered all the letters in the alphabet during pre-school.
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Post by elmsliegirl on Jan 14, 2018 18:27:17 GMT
OK a stream of absurd consciousness seems to be the only appropriate place to place my question. Mainly because no one will know what on earth I am talking about. There was a post, a very fine enchanting post it mentioned a song called 'This is not love' any way I can't find that post, so I am thinking I imagined it. It was going to lead to all sorts of revelations from me about the meaning of songs and where they may or may not have originally originated from. Well that is my stream of absurd consciousness.
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Post by rredmond on Jan 15, 2018 1:04:50 GMT
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Post by elmsliegirl on Jan 15, 2018 13:57:24 GMT
Well thank you Ron for the effort but 'Those are not it'. Must have imagined said post. Did catch up with one of those diary entries from IA, which served to remind me what I missed out on. Just testing my reaction. Quite damned chuffed actually. Chuffed is a lancashire term for feeling pleased with ones self. I really like this 'Stream of consciousness thing.
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Post by elmsliegirl on Jan 15, 2018 14:00:16 GMT
I mean stream of absurd none such thing.
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Post by nonrabbit on Jan 17, 2018 10:49:30 GMT
OK a stream of absurd consciousness seems to be the only appropriate place to place my question. Mainly because no one will know what on earth I am talking about. There was a post, a very fine enchanting post it mentioned a song called 'This is not love' any way I can't find that post, so I am thinking I imagined it. It was going to lead to all sorts of revelations from me about the meaning of songs and where they may or may not have originally originated from. Well that is my stream of absurd consciousness. Hi Yvonne, Sorry can't find that link either - I'll keep looking. Was wondering since you said that in finding it that it would lead to other revelations about the lyrics -I've taken the liberty of starting a thread just for that if your still up for it. No pressure - no need to take part if you do not wish. Pat jethrotull.proboards.com/thread/3257/lyrics-explained-personal-opinion
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Post by elmsliegirl on Jan 22, 2018 14:29:09 GMT
OK Pat, will do
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Post by nonrabbit on Jan 22, 2018 19:53:38 GMT
Thanks Yvonne, your very welcome.
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