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Minnie Mouse Meets Mickey at a Convention of Phrenologists


by Iain James Robb


A parody of John Ashbery

 

I have been preconditioned likewise by the ligatures of the roof.

It has bypassed even the lightning. When I started this essay I

(poetics equalling dissemination, like a toilet plug) admired, and I in

the book produced by its Pleiades, noted it. A moth is not its own

surrendering, and yet Chomsky's chariot circussed in its pandering of memory

surrendering of image to the moth. “Hey, Mickey,” then extrapolated Minnie. Of

the reason she had no idea. At the phrenologist's convention all is sacred, at

the point where one denies the sacred. Ligatures

carry on outside the convex. So Apollinaire, in league with Cousin Mlidred, gave

the barcode to all this, in explanation. Popeye ate his footsteps in

adnmiring the rug, in introspective pre-circumambulation of

the absolutist paradigm. Said Mickey, “Dialectical anapestics seeds

the ordure of such things. Let's just ask Uncle Popeye what he

likewise makes of it.”   ........ (Etcetera)


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