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a monkey’s floating head
in the void filled with glue
(the monkey’s head, not the void)
grabs some clay with its psychic
prehensile tail and forms it
into as much order as it can manage
since its brain is filled with glue and
the clay hates
its metaphorical guts
Ryan McGivern
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March 12, 2008 at 4:38 pm
i like it. a bit weird but alright. I can kind of get a grasp of what the message here is, but I’m not totally sure. I guess in my mind it might even make more sense for it to be the void that’s filled with glue. well i dunno, good stuff.
March 12, 2008 at 5:34 pm
You’re absolutely right, TOURR, it does make more sense that the void be the gluey one. And it had been once.
Before becoming a glue-less void.
That was totally void (with the exception of the still pretty gluey monkey head).
There are some that say that the monkey came from the glue, some say the monkey idolized the glue until he became it (cerebrally) and lastly some say that the glue got together to write a poem. And as we all know: glue, given infinite time and infinite typewriters will stick all the buttons down and not get much typing done at all.
Thanks for the comment!
March 12, 2008 at 8:24 pm
I dunno, i personally think there was some sort of original glue pool in which everything originated, and that the glue slowly evolved into a monkey. On the other hand, the church of latter-day monkeys would have you believe that there were originally two typewriters, created from some sort of great typewriter/monkey cyborg chimera thing, and the two typewriters eventually wrote a poem about a monkey. Nonetheless, i should read blogs before i comment on their posts. lesson learned!
March 12, 2008 at 8:51 pm
I grew up in the church of latter-day monkeys (Cleveland Synod).
Of course, I had the ‘teenaged’ rebellious phase. I started sniffing glue (but not in the religious way I used to), smoking pot, and cock smoking monkeys.
It wasn’t until I went on a study abroad semester in Typewriteria (where I studied typing, and stenography) that I really found that what I was truly longing for was mysticism and glue sniffing in the religious way.
My journey has been long, but every prodigal son/daughter/lost dog will tell you that makes the welcome home all the sweeter.
(If you see a lost dog named Cyborg Chimera, tell it I’ve got some tampons to discover in the bathroom wastebasket).
RMcG