roll up roll up
throw your full stops away
give us your message
whatever you say

I love cummings, but I'm not sure I am creative enough for this.

hey dip
the way to do is to try
in trying you do
in doing you learn
in learning you learn to do more
or maybe learn to forget it completely

the time is right
the moon is full yet the sun still shines bright
i shall play your game
and in so playing i shall earn rewards

those rewards may not be those you are wishing

I'd need at least 50 hour phases to do this. Preferably 5 bet so no one gets points-competitive. Non-anon also preferred.

Oh, and you said public press in the other thread, yes?

I said public press in THIS thread too, look at the OP again.

So, long phases, 5 point buy-in, public e e cummings-style press only. Ok.

So far we have:

Me
dubmdell
Timur
Draugnar
hecks

Two more needed.

24/36 hours enough surely

Make it longer, and I'm in.

Can we get Krellin and SYnapse involved? They seem to be aspiring creative writers.
Your call. Not my business . . . . . . . . Ok, I'll contact them.

I know nothing of ee cummings

but im not beyond learnin

nobody knows nothing about e e cummings except that he had a really crap typewriter

i sing of Olaf glad and big
by e e cummings

i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
a conscientious object-or

his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
westpointer most succinctly bred)
took erring Olaf soon in hand;
but--though an host of overjoyed
noncoms(first knocking on the head
him)do through icy waters roll
that helplessness which others stroke
with brushes recently employed
anent this muddy toiletbowl,
while kindred intellects evoke
allegiance per blunt instruments--
Olaf(being to all intents
a corpse and wanting any rag
upon what God unto him gave)
responds,without getting annoyed
"I will not kiss your fucking flag"

straightway the silver bird looked grave
(departing hurriedly to shave)

but--though all kinds of officers
(a yearning nation's blueeyed pride)
their passive prey did kick and curse
until for wear their clarion
voices and boots were much the worse,
and egged the firstclassprivates on
his rectum wickedly to tease
by means of skilfully applied
bayonets roasted hot with heat--
Olaf(upon what were once knees)
does almost ceaselessly repeat
"there is some shit I will not eat"

our president,being of which
assertions duly notified
threw the yellowsonofabitch
into a dungeon,where he died

Christ(of His mercy infinite)
i pray to see;and Olaf,too

preponderatingly because
unless statistics lie he was
more brave than me:more blond than you.
E. E. Cummingsi sing of Olaf glad and big

XXX

i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
a conscientious object-or

his wellbelovéd colonel(trig
westpointer most succinctly bred)
took erring Olaf soon in hand;
but--though an host of overjoyed
noncoms(first knocking on the head
him)do through icy waters roll
that helplessness which others stroke
with brushes recently employed
anent this muddy toiletbowl,
while kindred intellects evoke
allegiance per blunt instruments--
Olaf(being to all intents
a corpse and wanting any rag
upon what God unto him gave)
responds,without getting annoyed
"I will not kiss your fucking flag"

straightway the silver bird looked grave
(departing hurriedly to shave)

but--though all kinds of officers
(a yearning nation's blueeyed pride)
their passive prey did kick and curse
until for wear their clarion
voices and boots were much the worse,
and egged the firstclassprivates on
his rectum wickedly to tease
by means of skilfully applied
bayonets roasted hot with heat--
Olaf(upon what were once knees)
does almost ceaselessly repeat
"there is some shit I will not eat"

our president,being of which
assertions duly notified
threw the yellowsonofabitch
into a dungeon,where he died

Christ(of His mercy infinite)
i pray to see;and Olaf,too

preponderatingly because
unless statistics lie he was
more brave than me:more blond than you.

don't know how that happened but that's just how happenings happen, it happens

i not knowing find knowledges knows and might be understanding

im in if you have me

cool k
you in SY?

Who're in now, Jamie? Do we have a quorum of literary masochists who are willing to put their shit on the line to possibly be publicly ridiculed?

'Literary Masochists' Hey, good name for a . . . No. Wait. Forget it.

oh how i would wish this game to join
if i could trade my words for coins
then i could armies thrice deploy
and march to war on "ode to joy"
alas, alas, i have no points
on which to glory myself appoint

when will men learn to fight for free?
i myself decree
that all mankind shall soon be free
but all the battles fought by you and me
would plunge us ever deeper
into natures violent sea

wow
one point join could suit your coin
jamie is the domine here

one point one point who needs one point
i do i hunger for it i thirst for it i would even kill for it
say SY can come along for the crazy ride

whats your point? whats the point of it all?
victory is won at the point of a sword
(or at the word of a kindly lord)

victory is won from the heart within
without which you would have no skin

a wordy (words worth) more than a pot of lead

peruse amuse

For Mujus:
"Victory is won from the heart within, unless you think you stink of sin." :~)

The quotation marks (wrongly applied) are marking it as my original utterance and therefore subject to international copyright laws. Chinese forces are at the ready to enforce such IP rights.