Sunday,
I got caught up in this movie, Cloud Atlas, which has some scenes where characters talk in a Pidgin English. I was taken by it so much I decided to "create" my own language to express my poetry. Here's the beginnings of my "experiment."
Longish sleeves, wide, gangly cleaves,
sewin’ up the seeyers of my handys.
Me blubbin’ torso tumblin’ down
a black hole wooly, downhill deep
in boggy where the moon and starry-eye
do bolt to squawk when squawked upon,
pleaden with to yammer on and wispy up
a friendly sound, a bouncin’ ‘ bout
the cavern walls, a pleasin’ word or two.
A kindly thunk . . . me unforgettin’ you.
I got caught up in this movie, Cloud Atlas, which has some scenes where characters talk in a Pidgin English. I was taken by it so much I decided to "create" my own language to express my poetry. Here's the beginnings of my "experiment."
Knittin'
I knit me-self a dreamy
out of darkly yarn, it binds me.Longish sleeves, wide, gangly cleaves,
sewin’ up the seeyers of my handys.
Me blubbin’ torso tumblin’ down
a black hole wooly, downhill deep
in boggy where the moon and starry-eye
do bolt to squawk when squawked upon,
pleaden with to yammer on and wispy up
a friendly sound, a bouncin’ ‘ bout
the cavern walls, a pleasin’ word or two.
A kindly thunk . . . me unforgettin’ you.
—rrw o9-o1-13
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