an archaeological excavation
I don't know who to tell.
Can't find anyone to notify.
A cryptic symbol, or code, that
reveals first clues, then richer
indications of a former civilization
that existed here, in this place,
sometime ago, or recently.
I cannot do anything but compound
the mystery. With every line,
word, pattern, field, raving scrawl,
I just dig a deeper mountain.
A long lost culture, once a sovereign
state of just one.
The archaeology of my mind, I dig.
Set out the baulks, record the finds,
translate the evidence, affirm the
existence of the tribe - once mine.
Write a paper, publish the proof.
I exist - or no, existed - the secret
codes, the baffling cryptograms -
but evidence? Affirmation?
elvis-picasso, bird island, 2009
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the blue-crested flightless lip bird
This is new illustrated publication by Elvis-Picasso features several major epic poems inspired by original appropriation and creative plagiarism.
The rhymes, verses and prose published here were initially drafted by
a number of quite clever poets laureate, it is alleged,
but they were rejected by the publisher and consigned to the waste basket.
Elvis-Picasso, who happened to be working in the publishing house
as an office cleaner at the time, recovered the rejected manuscripts from the bins.
Using some collage techniques he learnt while visiting mental institutions,
he reconstructed the works into seriously imaginative epic poems.
It has been suggested by selected critics that this anthropology could project
Elvis-Picasso into the running for this year's Nobel Piece Prize.
The anthropology is lavishly illustrated with images that Elvis-Picasso has selected from his very own portfolio. It is most unlikely that these are his own work, knowing his track record, but, according to his publisher, the Nulle Parts Université Maison d'Édition, they are so awful that they could well be original. A number of well-dressed academics are researching this possiblity and their conclusions will be published in the autumn.
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journal of entropic surrealism
