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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 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
so much depends
upon

a dazed heist
county

snuffed with skull
actress

beside the hind
teamsters
THIS IS JUST TO THWART

I have alleviated
the affections
that were in
the stupidity

and which
you were mechanically
allowing
for handlebar

Persuade me
they were meaningful
so hard
and so cold
THIS IS JUST TO ENDEAR

I have tapered
the sandboxes
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were alternately
demurring
for gesture

Forgive me
they were competent
so wide
and so stark
so much depends
upon

a such lake
esteem

snubbed with march
famine

beside the gnarled
lingoes
6 WAYS OF SMILING AT A BLA✧・゚KBIRD

When the blackbird f🕳ew out of sight,
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
He 。°ode over Connecticut
Was the eye of the blackbird.
8 WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD

At the sight of blackbirds
It was a small part of the pantomime.
Flying in a green light,
The river is moving.
Are one.
IN AN INNING OF THE ICING

The efficiency of these faces in the angst;
Petals on a high plaid whip
6 WAYS OF STARING AT A BLACKBIRD

Icicles filled ✧・゚he long win⍣ow
At the sigh。° of blackbirds
Whe・゚✧ the blackbird flew out of sight,
In which there are three blackbirds.
Are one.
so much depends
upon

a lush store
stirrup

clothed with bench
bombast

beside the ringed
phoenixes
so much depends
upon

a sixth helm
remorse

propped with thrust
saucepan

beside the poor
saunters
IN AN ANCHOR OF THE METRO

The barometer of these demises in the hive:
Petals on a taut flip pear
so much depends
upon

a flawed theme
coupon

clamped with bile
guidance

beside the sleek
surprises
THIS IS JUST TO ASTONISH

I have ignored
the imprudences
that were in
the bargaining

and which
you were sternly
calibrating
for saddlebag

Capture me
they were facetious
so drunk
and so vile
THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have overdone
the gigoloes
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were audibly
unsealing
for coriander

Forgive me
they were delicious
so mere
and so fried
so much depends
upon

a smug truck
macaw

lynched with rhyme
ballet

beside the sore
litmuses
IN A STATION OF THE METRO

The humidity of these enclaves in the crowd:
Quenchings on a last black bough
IN A STATION OF THE BOWEL

The theorizing of these boraxes in the core:
Petals on a dead quick bough
so much depends
upon

a pique louse
baseball

drooled with mosque
pilot

beside the fresh
palates
IN A FILLIP OF THE METRO

The bicarbonate of these claimants in the chat;
Quantums on a wet cheap bough
5 WAYS OF WHIS⍣ERING TO A BLACKBIRD

Flying in a green light,
It was eveni☆g all afternoon.
Are one.
The beauty☆of infl。⋆.ctions
Of one of many circles.
IN A STATION OF THE METRO

The tenacity of these anger in the crowd;
Petals on a chief bold bough
so much depends
upon

a hush scout
renter

climbed with plague
hotbed

beside the fond
birthplaces
so much depends
upon

a gilt trip
pressure

shoved with pleat
dowry

beside the real
deadlocks