luka

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i dont have a snappy title but ive got loads of them now. its a parody of prose. i love doing them. they're getting a bit more sophisticated now.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
I was talking about that place on dissensus the other day, it's nice to think, in fact I'll admit I find it flattering even, that, in some small way I had a huge influence on your poetry.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
Is it to confuse the US contingent? They will probably think it's pronounced as either By-sester, or Bee-sester. Which, after all, is how it's written.
 

luka

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His straight-leg denim marked him out as a tourist
the guileless way it hung above his shoe.
Shoes make everyone look ridiculous.
The Lucky Strikes had been an affectation but now they
were an addiction. He was reading Portnoy's Complaint.
 

luka

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It would go to the Adjudicator's office. It was anyone's guess.
He had hoped to explore a shipwreck off the island of Bermuda
but all of that was up in the air now. He had a mountain of
paperwork to get through. He dry-swallowed Vicodin. He was
made of glass. It was early in the morning. The sun was grazing
the tops of the hills. It was chasing away the mist from the river
valley. Once, he had treasured this view. He had paid a lot of money for it.
Now, he scarcely noticed it. He could say the same about his wife, he
thought with a grim smile.
 

luka

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His father had had offices on The Strand.
He had been an intensely private man. He had his secrets.
He had subscribed to National Geographic and had taken
a childlike delight in the photographs of vast canyons
and the indigenous peoples of rainforests. Crows seemed
to follow him.
He hadn't wanted to intrude upon that almost devotional
or penitent silence of his father's. He respected its
boundaries and respected what it seemed to protect. It
would be too late to get to know him now. He had
inherited his father's antique globe. He set it spinning
with a finger. Bermuda flashed past, mockingly.
 

luka

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one of the reasons im enthusiastic about them is that even beginner or intermediate level readers can read and enjoy them.
 

luka

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jim said this one sounded like it was describing craner. i hope you all like it.

He like his jazz clean, considered and prudent.
He drank sparkling mineral water. He was an
architect, or a surgeon. He was detatched
in matters of the heart. It seemed to hook a
certain kind of woman in. He did very little to
encourage them. Tonight he would have to see
Anita at Quo Vadis. She would talk about her
work. It would drive him to distraction but no
sign would appear upon his face. He did enjoy
her dark ringlets and the gold hoop earrings
she wore to set them off. He only read glossy
magazines. It had been a year since the accident.
The suit he wore was very glib. He understood
how infuriating it was. He had been passionate
about photography once. He had taken pictures
of chilly, formal precision. They were difficult
to love. He had understood light as a solid object.
He looked back at that time with acute
embarrassment. He hung the photos on the walls.
 

luka

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He was a big believer in fostering a culture of accountability.
That's why he'd always go in to bat for targets. Naturally, staff
resented them. He had cycled to Valencia.
That summer was etched into his memory.
 

IdleRich

IdleRich
Good choice. There are tons of words that rhyme with 'Bicester', for a start. Sister. Mister. Blister. Fister.
There's that Oasis song that goes "she's got a sister, and on the palm of her hand is a blister" - fucking blows my mind every time. How can you write that down in all seriousness and then sing it with a straight face? Or did Noel write the words? Was like a deliberate attempt to make his brother look like a fucking moron singing that?

Like Lieber and Stoller with Jailhouse Rock, they were annoyed with Elvis so put in all the gay subtext. Though it doesn't have the sheer cruelty of making someone passionately rhyme sister and blister like that.
 

luka

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It was to have been his swan song. He had dispensed with the formalities.
He trembled with anticipation. His stubborness had been an asset. It had
been a day of good omens. He had been tickled pink. She had had a slow
and heavy-lidded sensuality.
She smelled of carnations. He had shivered the first time he had seen her.
He knew what it must portend.
He had been ruthlessly acquisitive. It was a lesson he had had to learn.
He had learned it the hard way. It was a token of his affection.
He had been drunk. He had played the tambourine. He said
I am a Gyspy dancer.
He said "you have ignited my passion." It sounded ridiculous
but he had meant it.
He had a frank meeting with the director. Their funding was under threat.
 
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