Saturday, 16 April 2011


Prompt: Recombination. This passage is one of my favorites. I'll spare the world my attempt at explaining why I think it's brilliant but here is a link. Anyway. This is recombined from the opening to Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita.

three steps:

you are one plain
tap, standing simple
as a sock and
always on the dotted line

i envied, and oh,
did i have
a fancy for you

i did indeed
you can tip
my tongue, my life,
you light my sin

but there is no soul,
no fire

look at this
misinformed summer,
this tangle of prose

i had loved you,
down the tip
of the teeth,
to the feet
i had loved you
always and always
and always

but you are not
in my arms.

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