Last week, as I cruised around some of my favorite literary blogs, I was introduced to the concept of
flarf poetry.
Flarf poetry can perhaps be summed up as a marketing scheme to get people to visit your spot on the Web. Flarfers will examine top Internet searches and use terms and names to create a verse or sometimes just a blog entry.
I've been aching to experiment myself.
In about five minutes, I put together the rather non-sensical poem below. I'm proud of it, a bit -- if nothing else, it shows the enthusiasm I have for writing poetry in form again:
A Flarf in Time
"Excuse me," I asked at the
Oscars, "is that my
Starbucks you are wearing?"
I saw the caffeinated
Rosie O'Donnell clip with
Donald Trump
on
YouTube with
Dr. McDreamy - the similarities are glaring.
Myspace doesn't
digg Britney Spears or illegal sex tapes.
Al Gore may have been born into the world like a celebrity baby
crying for his fifteen minutes of fame and fruitcakes.
Paris Hilton cradles global warming
while she solves the
Jon Benet Ramsey case
with the help of TuPac and a Ouija board.
I think my Windows Vista ought to iPod itself out
as soon as
Pamela Anderson makes it to Iraq.