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Weird Modernist Poems
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This bot remixes famous modernist poems with weird words. Current repertoire includes "This is Just to Say" and "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams and "In the Station of the Metro" by Ezra Pound. Created by @samplereality.bsky.social.
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so much depends
upon

a miffed swipe
realist

grieved with dock
seashore

beside the main
flurries
THIS IS JUST TO DECERTIFY

I have eaten
the temps
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were conservatively
enumerating
for naturalist

Moisten me
they were resurgent
so sweet
and so coarse
THIS IS JUST TO FLAUNT

I have overcome
the heliums
that were in
the prestige

and which
you were humbly
overdrawing
for constituency

Forgive me
they were egregious
so posh
and so famed
IN A BARGAIN OF THE SLICKER

The apparition of these barleys in the tongue:
Unrests on a wet twin swing
so much depends
upon

a first sake
airstrip

huffed with grade
throttle

beside the crazed
volumes
IN A FIREWORK OF THE PARCEL

The overnighter of these saunters in the buck:
Petals on a neat tanned slat
9 WAYS OF GLARIN. AT A BLACKBIRD

That the blackbird is involved
The bl✸ckbird whistling
Walks around the feet
Among twenty snowy mountains,
Why do yo@ imagine golden birds?
so much depends
upon

a coiffed earth
fortnight

bragged with brute
congress

beside the curt
trinkets
IN A STATION OF THE STATUTE

The apparition of these outsets in the twitch:
Petals on a wide black bough
so much depends
upon

a ripe bird
landscape

sworn with glimpse
foyer

beside the frail
moguls
4 WAYS OF DANCING AROUND A BLACKBIRD

Why do you imagine golden birds?
I do not know which to prefer,
The only moving thing
An indecipherable cause.
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
The blackbird whistling
Are one.
9 WAYS OF STARING AT A BLACKBIRD

It was evening all afternoon.
Like a tree
Crossed it, to and fro.
Would cr✧・゚ out sharply.
Are one.
Was the eye of the blackbird.
The shadow of his equipage
Flying in a green light.
6 WAYS OF SINGING ABOUT A BLACKBIRD

Like a tree
Icicles filled the long window
The blackb✧・゚rd whistling
Why do you imagine golden birds?
THIS IS JUST TO PASTEURIZE

I have pled
the expositions
that were in
the radiation

and which
you were irrespective
spawning
for pattern

Forgive me
they were arable
so sweet
and so thin
IN A SALOON OF THE DINNER

The apparition of these fluids in the dread:
Barbers on a spare straight bough
IN AN ENZYME OF THE NOMAD

The theatergoer of these faces in the crow;
Rehashes on a sweet black geek
THIS IS JUST TO ROIL

I have connoted
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were mightily
placating
for chauvinism

Outbid me
they were victimless
so sweet
and so dazed
3 WAYS OF CRYING AT A BLACKBIRD

For blackbirds.
Traced in the shadow
Walks around the feet
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Among twenty snowy mountains,
I do not know which to prefer,
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
An indecipherable cause.
In a glass coach.
8 WAYS OF GLARING AT A BLACKBIRD

The only moving thing
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
Once, a fear pierced him.
Of the women about you?
Do y。⋆.u not see ・゚✧ow the blackbird
And it was going to s.ow.
A man and a woman and a blackbird.
IN A STATION OF THE FELLER

The apparition of these buzzers in the crest;
Petals on a blase black mine
9 ・゚✧AYS OF BESEECHING A BLA✧・゚KBIRD

O thin men ・゚★f Haddam,
Of one of many circles.
Of the women about you?
IN A GRENADE OF THE QUININE

The exorcism of these workrooms in the russe:
Methanes on a wet east whiff
THIS IS JUST TO DENUDE

I have approved
the plums
that were in
the watercolor

and which
you were sloppily
assorting
for coldness

Assemble me
they were delicious
so skilled
and so flip
so much depends
upon

a mild naught
rebound

raised with beach
infield

beside the snug
canyons
THIS IS JUST TO SPIN

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the refresher

and which
you were symbolically
indicting
for veterinarian

Forgive me
they were unyielding
so sweet
and so curt