Okay, first you need to read this. I'm not--well, okay, it's Gertrude Stein, so there's probably some mocking involved, but actually, playing around with stream of consciousness and repetition was sort of fun for its own sake, and I may do again sometime. If I get famous, you can say you knew me when.
Midsummer
Dog in the grass, alas--
yellow grass
green grass
blue grass
fiddlefiddlefiddlefiddlefiddlefiddlefiddlefiddle
pluck, pluck, pluck
twaaaaaaaaang
dog lying in tall grass
shorter grass
goldenrod and clover
munch munch munch
honey comes from clover via bees
bees in the grass
sting the dog, alas.
For the sheer hell of it, here's a photo to illustrate.
You are free to call me either pretentious or completely off my rocker. ;)
Midsummer
Dog in the grass, alas--
yellow grass
green grass
blue grass
fiddlefiddlefiddlefiddlefiddlefiddlefiddlefiddle
pluck, pluck, pluck
twaaaaaaaaang
dog lying in tall grass
shorter grass
goldenrod and clover
munch munch munch
honey comes from clover via bees
bees in the grass
sting the dog, alas.
For the sheer hell of it, here's a photo to illustrate.
You are free to call me either pretentious or completely off my rocker. ;)