Wednesday, June 6, 2012

suppose a monkey

in a room with a typewriter

had ten million years to come up with the Encyclopædia Britannica

and suppose he/she/it had been at it for sixty years now

you know, the length to date of the reign of a certain monarch who shall remain nameless,

what do you suppose the monkey might have come up with?

maybe something like this:


r-p-o-p-h-e-s-s-a-g-r
who
a)s w(e loo)k
upnowgath
PPEGORHRASS
eringint(o-
aThe):l
eA
!p:
S a
(r
rIvInG .gRrEaPsPhOs)
to
rea(be)rran(com)gi(e)ngly
,grasshopper;


or if the monkey had a really high IQ and had been at it for a thousand sixty-year reigns (a feat even the nameless monarch is not expected to achieve), maybe even this:


am was. are leaves few this. is these a or
scratchily over which of earth dragged once
-ful leaf. & were who skies clutch an of poor
how colding hereless. air theres what immense
live without every dancing. singless on-
ly a child's eyes float silently down
more than two those that and that noing our
gone snow gone
yours mine
. We're
alive and shall be:cities may overflow(am
was)assassinating whole grassblades,five
ideas can swallow a man;three words im
-prison a woman for all her now:but we've
such freedom such intense digestion so
much greenness only dying makes us grow


well i suppose anything is possible, but these two offerings

were not made by a monkey,

they are two poems by e.e. cummings

andthatmyfriendsiswhatisknowninsomecirclesasart

[Editor’s note. In other news, today is the 68th anniversary of D-Day, the Allied invasion of Nazi-occupied Europe at the beaches of Normandy in 1944 during World War II. It also happens to be the 54th anniversary of the day in 1958 when my Dad married my stepmother in a small ceremony at the Coppell Methodist Church in Coppell, Texas. It was a Friday evening. Earlier in the day Claire Lowell, Ellen’s mother, married Dr. Doug Cassen on the television soap opera As the World Turns. I’m pretty sure that was just a coincidence. Still, it is true that my stepsister named her second daughter Penny after the character Penny Hughes on the same soap opera. My father died in 1967. My stepmother died in 2004. If you think I know when Claire and Dr. Doug Cassen died, you have another think coming.--RWP]

P.S. -- I hereby dedicate this post to my friend Putz.

9 comments:

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Regarding the e.e.cummings poems, a monkey could stand in front of the Mona Lisa for a thousand years and still not appreciate its loveliness.

Shooting Parrots said...

Ah well, that's Unitarians for you.

Putz said...

boy do i have you figured out<><><>this" supposed monkey"" is just a prto type, a facksimilly, a type of things to come of ME the putz<><><>me and my spelling and dedicated just to me<< ya ya ay i am sure i was in mind, me the monkey at a typewritter coming up with the words you have alwqays teased me about<><>thanks a lot pal

Putz said...

burma shave

Putz said...

and yorkshore up above i have stood in front of the mona lisa<><><>so there<><>plllllaaaaaa

Putz said...

me and my balony sandwich

rhymeswithplague said...

Putz, no, no, no, NO, NO!!! I will admit that I got a little twinkle in my eye concerning e.e. cummings's use of special characters and unique punctuation and thought of some of your posts, yes I did. So I dedicated the post (playfully, I thought you would get a kick out of it) to, please notice, MY FRIEND Putz. And you are. All that other stuff you are thinking about the monkey is a figment of your imagination. It wasn't in my mind at all. I did not intend to offend you. Not at all. David, a thousand pardons.

Snowbrush said...

And I thought you were working toward trying to prove that the universe had to be created by an intelligent entity! That just goes to show how jaded, wizened, and cynical I've become, which seems a shame, really, given my youth and attractiveness.

rhymeswithplague said...

Yorkshire Pudding, and vice versa.

Snowbrush, some say the universe is the result of a completely random big bang that occurred billions and billions of years ago, but that's nonsense, poppycock, balderdash!