The Big Fish Dadaist surreal rambling poem fantasy sci fi

Another dada and Ian Esslemont inspired experiment 

I noticed in his novel Esslemont's characters either tend to trail of when talking or are cut off before they can finish their sentences....  

The Big Fish

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i'm hooked

I assure you-

turn your face from us, and rightly so……

turn away

from the truth

i won't judge, my gaze is inward…when…i ….left….

that was not my intent….

he murmured, perhaps-

and if I did…then

show me.

No! Please….

that's a big fish!

oh, yes…..but oh how your lying….

at his side- an artifact 

unique

orbed

obsidian

self-possessed

inherent to all

who look upon it

childish scheming-

-and strong

slipped their grasp. no

don't be a fool

don't we?

Don't

I do. 

he muttered darkly

to himself

clutching

pawing

his prize.

wretchedly small…..

…..perhaps you shouldn't……

oh?

gleaming

-you are a mystery to me

i take full responsibility

you do?

I do

I caught

the legend

like a flu

although….

shrug-

oh well...

achoo!

Rainbow surreal poem fantastical drunken lament about religion and giant tweezers

The following was half dadaist writing experiment half fan fiction

I took two pages in a bar scene from Ian Esselmont's Stoneweilder 

selected fragments of sentences and words

and strung them together with a little sci fi twist

and other twisty twists!

Rainbow

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of this covenant….. 

I was merely dictating my calling!

rubbed the sleep 

rub a dub dub

from my eyes

listen!

I'd only dreamed

of such generosity

don't you see

don't you?!

you see….

blinkered 

in a negative

confrontation

as you are

listen!

chants

in a crowded room

eyed

uncertain

silent

ah yes, in that place

i remember

the dirtiest most degrading tasks

and the children! the children!

won't you buy me another shot?

wide eyed 

and soft 

suspicious of such generosity

I had no intention of leaving

let's drink to the children's health…

to their health!

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the drunken brawls 

like a grin

it was me 

small and chanting

such destruction

from my small unformed hands

such fear

now awake 

and grinning…. 

yet you helped me

you had seen no sign

half-blood

the old indigenous tribes

and another civilized 

or so it would seem

and the seat of office

officially closed

no justice

no justice here

faith

and faked pleasure

a regular hot bed of black market activities

buying and selling 

harvesters of rainbow light

in air Zeppelins

shining

holy vessels 

virgin voyage

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large golden tweezers

way up in the air

of this covenant 

I was merely dictating my calling

a promise

a dream

I'd only dreamed

of such generosity

under the skirts

of golden domes

The air Zeppelins 

ufos

a calling 

harvest the photons

distilled in funnels

dripped in beakers

infused in blood

what was this promise?

half-blood

i am….

the old indigenous tribes

know best

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that there is no justice

in faith and faked pleasure

revived and animated

fading

the survivors

of the first 

flood

did not look up.

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