Flarf Experiment 3 – Sand Smoke

created by Mary Jacob using an adaptation of the flarf technique. 12 February 2013

In Mars’ polar regions,
a drawing of a face at Coney Island beach
has a stack of
photos of the Red Cross.
Break the rules and
match
an 86-year-old former midget
as he carves grooves in sand dunes
up to 2 feet thick.
Unprecedented coverage
is expected near the
hideouts
everywhere and water too.
Phone numbers for the best
play in silver
show you how to make a
mouthpiece
with a clear lens focus.
This series of false-color
alerts
must be situated
near
exposure to the best emerging acts.

There is just something about
the dynamic nature of the Martian surface
that follows
basics to the brink.

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Flarf experiment 2 – Scratch Window

Photo by Tom Scott, available on Flickr through Creative Commons http://www.flickr.com/photos/tomscott/12112639/

Photo by Tom Scott, available on Flickr through Creative Commons http://www.flickr.com/photos/tomscott/12112639/

Created by Mary Jacob 12 February 2013, using a variation of the Flarf technique

All types of damage.
Your nail hits
a science and education tool aimed at
a lightweight and highly configurable
squeak.
The result is
all types of damage,
which stays open after
the intended behavior.
A shrinking
vandal
on today’s high street,
while functional,
is a result of
young customers’
DJ performance.
A blade that traces the arc of the
game
prevents
language for everyone.
You have at least the beginnings of the dreaded
open
bar.

Flarf Experiment – Pain Tapestry

Flarf experiment composed by Mary Jacob 12 Feb 2013

flarf

Well, it had to happen some day. It was inevitable really. Flarf is a method for composing poetry that is similar to Dadaist cut-ups but using Google , so it was a natural for Rrose. Choose two words that don’t have anything to do with each other and enter a search. Copy words and phrases from the results and paste them into a poem. Once you have done that, you can shape and change it as you see fit. Flarf started off as a joke, but then became serious. Here is my first experiment. I’ve adapted the method to produce something that suits my own aesthetics.

Pain Tapestry

Without pain our life is unthinkable.
The concrete could open up.
There are three
grapevines
rolling in,
woven into our own bodies
for about a year now.
They are easy to stitch
in the deep recesses of
12 million other
functions
that share our
steep
separation.
Embrace the outward beauty,
the shock at losing
our designs.
How much pain can we endure?