Maybe, if I weren’t an elephant
caught in a china shop,
I could afford to be cautious,
but asking that of me
as things are just is not human.
– Giancarlo Scardanelli
Written using the words cautious, human and maybe from 3WW.
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A philosophical elephant
Posted in Blabla, Humor, Poetry, Scardanelli, Words, tagged 3WW, china shop, elephant, Humor, meme on May 8, 2008 | 1 Comment »
999
Posted in Blabla, Dadaism, Death, Despair, Eden, Humor, Imagination, Language, Paradise, Poetry, Scardanelli, Words, tagged celebration, dada, Dickinson, Donne, nonsense, Vogelweide on February 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Thank you, unknown visitors, for 999 visits!
In celebration of which a dada poem derived from reflected and unreflected sources and eclectic syntactic influences:
Tandaraday
Death – do not despair*
Eden ith nair –
Tandaraday –
Where we lay
In days long past
Memory – thou hast
Tandaraday
– Scardanelli
* Having shed pride
Bleak morning
Posted in Despair, Life, Love, Nature, Scardanelli, World on June 28, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
It is a Thursday morning in late June.
The weather is cold and bleak, more like autumn and decay than the summit of summer.
It is one of those days where it hardly seems worth it to climb out of bed.
Heaviness.
No outlook.
Work to perpetuate the status quo.
Signs of decay on the health front.
My relationships to others and [...]
Blancura
Posted in Death, Hermeticism, Imagination, Life, Mysticism, Poetry, Scardanelli, World on May 31, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
White
is
white. What’s
the news? Snow
is far away, so
this white must be a dead dream, right?
– Niebla (© 2007)
Barefoot, with child
Posted in Food, Life, Scardanelli, Words on May 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
She used to light up the bakery
with her friendliness and spunk,
and people were happy
to buy her rolls and crescents.
Her child was with her parents
while she was at work,
and she let her car-crazy husband be,
and money from the car factory
kept coming in. Now I run into her,
with child, at the supermarket,
and she’s drawn and pale,
divorced, living [...]
What would Scardanelli do on a day like this
Posted in History, Imagination, Life, Literature, Nature, Poetry, Scardanelli on April 5, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
He’d appreciate the sun for the sun
And the cold for the cold,
Putting on a cardigan without fuss
He’d get into his jalopy
(As windy as a flying carpet)
And surf the streets
Around Tübingen,
Creeping up on the Jura
In first gear,
Getting out on a chalk plateau
And walk, walk, walk,
One with the ghosts
From time immemorial
When the plain
Was the bottom of a [...]
An escapade
Posted in Blabla, Imagination, Life, Literature, Nature, Poetry, Scardanelli on March 27, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
(An imagination)
The weather was beautiful. On an impulse from the sun shining in through the window overlooking the river, Scardanelli decided to escape from his tower, as he had in the past, always followed by a little scolding, but not much.
Hastily down the stairs while nobody’s about, out and left, along the river, up to [...]
El pájaro | this bird
Posted in Literature, Mysticism, Nature, Poetry, Scardanelli, Words on March 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
El
pá-
jaro
que no se
cansa hasta que
encienda esta noche
This
bird,
tireless
and tiresome,
whose song will not cease
until the night is set alight
– Scardanelli (copyright 2007)
Both Spanish and English follow fibonacci rules:
1/1/2/3/5/8 syllables.
Heart vs. brain, or combined
Posted in Blabla, Philosophy, Scardanelli, Words on March 6, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
What should come from the heart
(and what if the heart happens to have nothing to say?),
what from thinking deliberation
to ensure fair treatment of others?
Says Scardanelli, your dutiful friend
Relationships – a test or method
Posted in Blabla, Hermeticism, Language, Literature, Scardanelli, Words on March 4, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Have you ever tried to be completely disjointed?
You will find it extremely hard.
Write down a word. Then try to think of another one that is completely disjointed from the first.
Hard, isn’t it?
Says Scardanelli, your friendly neighborhood tester
