Bloygevalt's Poetry Corner
Bloygevalt seeks to be more than an unoriginal forum for a single woman's sexual frustration,* generalized Seeleschmerz, obscure ethnic recipes, and the tedious, ventriloquized ramblings of disgruntled pets. In the interest of variety and the apotheosis of the human spirit, Bloygevalt aims to become one of the millions of valued and respected cultural resources on the internets.
In pursuit of these lofty goals, Bloygevalt will, from time to time, present the work of famous but mostly not-so-famous writers, highlighting a diverse range of genre and quality.‡ To ease our disinterested (and most likely, imaginary) readership into this new format, Bloygevalt will start with something simple - possibly progressing at a later date to complex rhyme schemes and meter; some memorization may be required.
3 Haiku
Blogless, my one hope
I see you through bright windows
But cannot hear you.
Illumine my room,
Morning, bring my life to me
But make the cat go —
What is it to love?
Tender shrimp on a man's lip:
Nasty adventures.
* A woman who has just reached her sexual prime, BTW.
‡ Unsolicited submissions are welcome but may be ridiculed in the blog, or rejected outright, as the editors are only interested in themselves.
In pursuit of these lofty goals, Bloygevalt will, from time to time, present the work of famous but mostly not-so-famous writers, highlighting a diverse range of genre and quality.‡ To ease our disinterested (and most likely, imaginary) readership into this new format, Bloygevalt will start with something simple - possibly progressing at a later date to complex rhyme schemes and meter; some memorization may be required.
3 Haiku
Blogless, my one hope
I see you through bright windows
But cannot hear you.
Illumine my room,
Morning, bring my life to me
But make the cat go —
What is it to love?
Tender shrimp on a man's lip:
Nasty adventures.
* A woman who has just reached her sexual prime, BTW.
‡ Unsolicited submissions are welcome but may be ridiculed in the blog, or rejected outright, as the editors are only interested in themselves.
posted at 11:58 PM
5 Comments:
EGIT, speaking as a failed poet, I urge you to support Oscar's literary aspirations. Alice has been an invaluable and unrelenting inspiration of my own.
Morning, still sleepless -
O cruel Gods: steal her voice, her
deafening hunger
Is this blog still for the general public? I can't tell.
Yes Kurt-
The general public who have cats.
Although catless, you should feel free to contribute your own thoughts and comments re: poetry corner, or any other post. Despite Hogg's efforts to streamline the process and and professionalize the commenting community, we all know that the purpose of comments is, and will always be, to facilitate specific post feedback; create a forum for randomized, associative observations; foster exclusivity and 'in-jokes'; and - of course - enable responses to prior comments. Thus, it is inevitable that commenting becomes a kind of vague conversation that could be acheived via email but which the commenters prefer to broadcast to the blog community for reasons known (sometimes) only to themselves.
I have been wanting to post but I have a dirty little secret to share with you now......I can't haiku.
When we get to rhyming postings, I will contribute.
Egit, his haiku
sings feline stereotype
curiosity
I did not see it
although you pointed it out
perverted cat sex
Alice’s haiku
I am allergic to shrimp
to love is to kill
here we find culture
in Japanese poetry
Hail Bloygevalt
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