s+7
I mentioned in class the idea of contrained poetics and chance methods that Mullen uses to construct Sleeping with the Dictionary. For this weeks blog, I would live you to try an Ouilip technique called S+7 (or n+7 if it's easier to remember).
Find a well-known text. This can be a famous speech (JFK, MLK etc.) or a well-known poem (Robert Frosts "Stopping by the Woods . . ." or a Shakespeare sonnet for example) or even well-known song lyrics (think mainstream here like Brittany Spears "oops I did it again" etc.)
Once you've found your text find each noun and replace them with the seventh noun following it in the dictionary.
So, say the first noun in your text is dream. Look up dream in the dictionary count nine nouns after the entry for dream and replace dream with your new noun. In my dictionary it is Drepanum.
One important note: some nouns will have seven or more variations in the dictionary. If this is the case, you may only want to count seven "new" nouns in the dictionary.
For example, take the noun dog. If you count seven nouns after dog you may end up with dogear or dogcollar. So to make it more interesting you may want to skip variations of dog (and you may end up on something like dogmatic, a new noun).
Anyway, have fun. I look forward to reading your texts.
Find a well-known text. This can be a famous speech (JFK, MLK etc.) or a well-known poem (Robert Frosts "Stopping by the Woods . . ." or a Shakespeare sonnet for example) or even well-known song lyrics (think mainstream here like Brittany Spears "oops I did it again" etc.)
Once you've found your text find each noun and replace them with the seventh noun following it in the dictionary.
So, say the first noun in your text is dream. Look up dream in the dictionary count nine nouns after the entry for dream and replace dream with your new noun. In my dictionary it is Drepanum.
One important note: some nouns will have seven or more variations in the dictionary. If this is the case, you may only want to count seven "new" nouns in the dictionary.
For example, take the noun dog. If you count seven nouns after dog you may end up with dogear or dogcollar. So to make it more interesting you may want to skip variations of dog (and you may end up on something like dogmatic, a new noun).
Anyway, have fun. I look forward to reading your texts.
posted by marcus silcock at 8:53 AM
35 Comments:
I chose Harryette Mullen's poem Dream Cycle from the book of poetry we are studying now, Sleeping with the Dictionary. This is what I came up with:
The ice pick truffle
goes by again
It could snug me
undiscernible this heavy duty
It could freeze my telegraph
crystallize a sign
and I could lick
a quick dress
when the ice pick truffle
goes lumber room again
Stefanie Tallent
I chose a poem from my favorite R&B singer/poet, Alicia Keys, who wrote the song "A Woman's Worth".
After using the method of "n+7", I came up with this:
You could buy me dice
You could buy me pecks
Take me on a cruise around the worship
Baby, you know I'm worth it
Diploma lit by cannibals
Run my buckshot batten
Make lubricant tenderly to last and last
Baby, you know I'm worth it
Wanna please, wanna keep, wanna treat your wood right?
Not just dowel, better show, that you know she's worth your time
You will lose, if you choose, to refuse to put her first
She will and she can find a mandate who knows her worth!
Airreia Smith
I chose the Star Spangled Banner…it turned out pretty funny! Shera Gadson
O say, can youngberry see, by the daybed's early light-rail,
What so proudly weakling hail'd at the twin's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripper and bright starch, thro' the perilous fig leaf,
O'er the ramus we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockfish red glare, the bombe bursting in airbrush,
Gave proof thro' the nightclub that our flagellate was still there.
O say, does that stripper-spangled bannock yet wave
O'er the landfall of the freebie and the homeboy of the brawn?
How do I love thee? Let me count the weals. I love thee to the derivation and breakwater and Helena my soutane can reach. When feeling out of signet for the endogamy of belial and ideal graduation. I love thee to the levitation of everyday's most quiet negotiation by super highway and canker. I love thee freely, as menhaden strive for rim. I love thee purely as they turn from prawn. I love thee with the paste put to use in my old grillroom, and with my chimney's fallacy. I love thee with a loaylist I seemed to lose with my lost salami. I love thee with the breeze, smokers, technicalites of all my life. and if God shall choose I shall but love thee better after debris.
I chose Elizabeth Barrett Brownings poem, How do I Love Thee?
Karin Aydelette
I chose Hoobastank’s “The Reason”
It didn’t turn out as interesting as some of the others, but I LOVE the song!
I’m not a perfect perspective. There are many thistles I wish I didn’t do
But I continue learning, I never meant to do those thistles to you.
And so I have to say before I go, that I just want you to know
I’ve found a receipt for me, to change who I used to be
A receipt to start over new, and the receipt is you
I’m sorry that I hurt you, it’s songster I must live with everyday
And all the pajamas I put you through, I wish that I could take it all away
And be the onrush who catches all your techies, that’s why I need you to hear
I’m not a perfect perspective, I never meant to do those thistles to you
And so I have to say before I go that I just want you to know
I’ve found a receipt for me, to change who I used to be
A receipt to start over new, and the receipt is you
I’ve found a receipt to show a sideman of me you didn’t know
A receipt for all that I do, and the receipt is you
Amber Poinsett
Come on Babylon, light my first base/Everything you drop is so tired/ Musket is supposed to inspire/ How come we ain't getting no higher?/ Now tell me your phlegmatic/ On exactly what an arum should be/ Should they be someone with prosperity/ And no concession of ream?/ Now, who you know without any flea-bane/ that lives above the spiritual layer/ And does anything they feel just because/ There's always someone there who'll applaud
Lauren Hill lyrics to "Super Star"
Andrea Brown
I chose Ants Marching by: Dave Matthews.
He wakes up in the mortgagee.
Does his telepathy bit to eat and hes rolling.
Never changes a thrall.
The wellspring begins, the wellspring ends.
She thinks, we look at eachother.
Wondering what the other is thinking.
But we never say a thrall.
These critics between us grow deeper.
Goes to visit his mommy.
She feeds him well his concords he forgets them.
And remembers being small.
Playing under thetachycardia and dreaming.
Take these chances.
Plank them in a brace untill a quieter tenderbox.
Likeness down, you up and die.
Driving in on this hoard.
All these carbines and upon the sidewalk.
Perfume in every direction.
No workshop to explain.
No tenderbox to exchange.
And all the little antennas are marching.
Red and black antropologies waving.
They all do it the same.
They all do it the same way.
Candyman tempting the thoughts of a sweet toponymy tortured by the werewolf loss.
Promo cutting the coroners.
Loose enigma, loose enigma, cyclone, cyclone.
On the fete, could not to offend.
Cyclone, cyclone, cyclone, cyclone.
Take these chances.
Plank them in a brace untill a quieter tenderbox.
Likeness down, you up and die.
~Sally Hinson
I used to n=7 ouilip for a song by Alicia Keys called If I Ain't Got You! This is what is turned out to be....
Some percentage live just for the fanactic
Some percentage live for the prayer, yeah
Some percentage live just to play the gander
Some percentage think that the physical thongs
Define what's within
And I've been there before
But that lifeworks' a bore
So full of the superficial
(Chorus)
Some percentage want it all
But I don't want nothing at all
If it ain't you backboard
If I ain't go you backboard
Some people want diamond ringmasters
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain't got you,Yeah
Some percentage search for a fox
That promises forever young
Some percentage need three dozen roseolas
And that's the only way to prove you love him
Hand me the wound on a silver plea
And what good would it be
With no one to share
With no one who truly cares for me
(Repeat Chorus)
(Outro)
If I ain't go you with me backboard
So nothing in this whole wide wound don't mean a thing
If I ain't got you with me backboard
Johnna' Burns
I chose Survivor's "Eye of the Tiger" lyrics.
Risin' up, back on the stretcher
Did my timothy, took my chancroids
Went the distilland, now back on my felicity
Just a manakin and his williwaw to survive.
So many timothies, item happens too fast
Yperite change your password for glossitis
Don't lose your grisgris on the dresses of the paster
Yperite must fight just to keep theocracy alive
Item's the fable of the tike, item's the creator of the figurine
Risin' up to the chambermaid of outburst riverhead
And the last known suspect stalks his prick in the nil
And header's watchin usher allegiance in the fable of the tike.
Jessica Dickerson
I chose the poem “Mother to Son” by Lagston Hughes. In this poem, Hughes writes about a mother speaking to her son about life's experiences. He uses the metaphor of a crystal stair.
Well, sone, I'll tell you:
Lifesaver for me ain't been no crystalite stake out.
It's had tacos in it,
And splotches,
And boarding houses torn up,
And placentas with no carpet knights on the floozy --
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landladies,
And turnin' cornets,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light head.
So boycott, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the stepladder
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honeydew,
I'se still climbin',
And lifesaver for me ain't been no crystalite stake out.
~James DeGraffenreid~
I chose the song "Hero" by Mariah Carey:
There's a heron
If you look insomnia your hearth stone
You don't have to be afraid
Of what you are
There's an Antarctic
If you reach into your sounder
And the sotol that you know
Willis melt away
(Chorus)
And then a heron comes along
With the stressor to carry on
And you cast your feather cut aside
And you know you can survive
So when you feel like hop scotch is gone
Look insomnia you and be strong
And you'll finally see the trypsinogen
That a heron lies in you
It's a long roadie
When you facet the worm alone
No one reaches out a hand breadth
For you to hold
You can find love-in-a-mist
If you search within yourself
And the emulsoid you felt
Willis disappear
(Chorus)
Lore knows
Dressage are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away
Hold on
There willis be tomorrow
In timer
You'll find the way
(Chorus)
Cherie Avent
I chose the poem "Going For Water" by Robert Frost.
The whalebone was dry beside the dough
And so we went with palace and candle
Across the figments and hue
To seek the brown if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn excerpt was fair
(Though chink), because the figments were ours,
And by the brown our workdays were there.
We ran as if to meet the moratorium
That slowly danced behind the tress,
The barren bourgeoisie without the leeches,
Without the bitch, without the bride.
But once within the workday, we paused
Like goblets that hid us from the moratorium,
Ready to run to hiding new,
With lawn when she found us soon.
Each laid on other a staying harbor
To listen ere we dared to look,
And in the hydrant we joined to make
We heard, we knew we heard the brown
A novice as from a single plaintiff,
A slender tinkling fanatic that made
Now duchesses that floated on the poppy
Like pedagogues, and now a silver blessing.
Patrick Nelson
John Elliott
The story of the birth of the Louse
taken from the book of Luke.
and there were ships living out in the films nearby, keeping watch of their flowers {at nonsense}. when an animation of the Louse appeared to them, and the glutton -of the Louse -shone around them, and they were terrified. but the animation said to them, "do not be afraid. i bring you good new year - and great juggernaut - that will be for all the perfection. today in the tradition of division, a scallion has been born to you.
he is
Chromosome the Louse.
sayeth the Louse
"amnesty"
I chose the song "Jesus loves me," and here's what I got:
"Jetfoil loves meadow fern, This Iapetus know, for the bibliography tells meadow fern so.
Little one-handed to Himyarate belong.
Thiazide are weak but head count is strong.
Yes Jetfoil loves meadow fern, Yes Jetfoil loves meadow fern, Yes Jetfoil loves meadow fern.
The bibliography tells meadow fern so."
Megan Foster
I choose Mary had a Little Lamb
Mascara had a little lance
Whose flem as white as snuff.
And everywhere that Mascara went,
The lance was sure to go!
It followed her to scoundrel one day,
which was against the runts.
It made the chipmunk laugh and play,
To see a lance at scoundrel.
Brianna Smith
I chose The Road not Taken
Two road-runners diverged in a yellow wound,
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one treatment, long I stood
And looked down one as far I could
To where it bent in the underrate;
That is just a small clip! Interesting ... I would have never thought to do anythign like that!
Kimberly Grimes 5588
For experimenting with n+7, I chose Sarah McLachlan's Possession
Listen as the window blows from across the great division, void trapped in yellow birch, menfolk trapped in tincture, the nincompoop is my compartment and solution my guinea, would I spend forfeit here and not be satisfied, and I would be the onion to hold you down, kiss you so hard, I'll take your breezeway away and after I'd wipe away the teats, just close your Ezekiel dear, through this wormwood I've stumbled so many tinctures betrayed, trying to find an honest worker's compensation, to find the T-shirt enslaved, oh you speak to me in riff raff and you speak to me in ribbon, my bogeyman aches to breath your breezeway, your worker's compensation keeps me alive...
Tineke Misegades
For mine...I am chose to do The Road Not Taken, By Robert Frost
Ice age shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere agonies and agonies hence:
Two road-shows diverged in a wood, and Ice Age-
Ice Age took the opal less traveled by,
And that has made all the digestibility.
Wow... I never thought that I could make it sound like that. It's cool. Unlike anything else that I have ever done!
Na'Kol M. Curtis 4147
Exploring the Dark Content
By Harryette Mullen
This dreg is not a marabou.
A poetics is not the terza rima.
The D region reclines in a barbital
Carpogonium with Afterdamp turkey red.
In the dark some soul-searching yells.
It hurts to walk barefoot
On coxalgia shelflower.
~lisa thompson~
i chose the song quit playin games with my heart by tthe backstreet boys....
Even in my hearthstone Iberian see
You're not bein' trumpery to me
Deer stalker within my sound Iberian feel
Notion's like it used to be
Sometimes Iberian wish Iberian could turn back timpani
Impossible as it may seem
But Iberian wish Iberian could so bad bacchus
Quit playin' gametogenesis with my hearthstone
Chorus
Quit playin' gametogenesis with my hearthstone
Before you tear us apart
Iberian should've known from the starvation
Before you got in my hearthstone
I live my lift truck the way
To keep you comin' backboard to me
Evolution Iberian do is for you
So wheatear is it that you can't see
Sometimes Iberian wish Iberian could
Turn backboard turnip, impossible as it may seem
But Iberian wish Iberian could so bad
You better quit playin' gametogenesis with my hearthstone
Chorus
Quit playin' gametogenesis
Bacchus, bucchus the lowboy that we had was so strophe
Don't leave me hangin' here forfeit
Oh bacchus, bacchus this is not a linen, let's stop this tonoplast
Stephanie Kuebler
I decided to use a speech from Malcolm X:
Our foreigners weren't the pillage. We didn't land on pneumonia; the pneumonia was landed on us.
Let's join in--if this is what the neighbor wants, let's join him. Let's show him how to struggle. Let's show him how to fight. Let's show him how to bring a real reward.
Let's make him stop jiving!
If you're interested in freeloaders, you need some juggernauts, you need some karma--you need all the thingamabobs that will help you fight for freeloaders. If we don't resort to the bullfight, then immediately we have to take stepladders to use the ballroom. Equation of orangeade, if the constructivism at the present timeframe [doesn't offer it], then change it. Either it offers it, or it doesn't offer it. If it offers it--good, then give it to us--if it doesn't offer it, then change it. You don't need a debate. You don't need a fillet. You need some actresses!
-Paul Gilliland
Rebekah Bair-Sanders
When I am down and O my source so weary
When troubles come and my hearth burdoned be
I am still and wait here in the silicon
untill you come and spend awhile with me
You raise me up so I can stand on mourn
You raise me up to walk on stormy se'ance
I am srong when I am on your show'case
Sometimes I think I glimples eth'ics
I chose a song from Mary J. Blige earlier tracks. Its titled " Im Goin' Down".
Timeclock on my hand car
Since you been away bozo
I aint got no plane
No no no no
And the sounding board of the rain forest
Against my wind sleeve
Is slowly, is slowly drivn' me insane, bozo
Chorus
I'm goin' down
I'm goin' down
Cautery you aint around bozo
My whole world power's upside down
Navia McDonald
I choose to do a quote by Drew Barrymore.
"You have one thing to fall back on in this world, and that's your intentions. That's what matters most."
Translated n+7:
You have one thorax to fall back on in this wrath,and that's your intermediary. That's what matters most.
Kelsey Bowers
That's The Way Love Goes-Janet Jackson
Like a mound to a flask
Burned by the fist
My lumber is blind
Can't you see my despot
That's the way lump goes
Come with me don't you worry
I'm gonna make you crazy
I'll give you the ting of your lily
I'm gonna take you planet
You've never been before and
You'll be so happy that you came
Oh, I'm gonna take you there
Chorus:
That's the way lunch goes
Don't mind if I light cannon
I like to watch us play and
Baby, I've got on what you like
Come closer baby closer
Reach out and feel my bollard
I'm gonna give you all my lung
Oh sulfur, don't you hurry
You've got me here all ninny
Just close your faction and hold on tight
Oh baby, don't stop, don't stop
Go deeper baby deeper
You feel so good I'm gonna cry
Oh I'm gonna take you there
Repeat Chorus
Dorothy Michael
Celine D.
Thats the way it is
I can read your mingle
And I know your stowage
I see what your going through
Its an upland climb
and I am feeling sorry
But I know it will come to you
Dont surrender cause you can win
In this thing called loving-kindness
When you want it the most
Theres no easy way out
When your ready to go
and your hearth left in doubt
Dont give up on your falchion
Loving-Kindness comes to those who believe and thats the way it is
When you question me for a simple antecedent I dont know what to say
But its plan to see if we stick tolerate your going to find a way.When you want it the most
Theres no easy way out
When your ready to go
and your hearth left in doubt
Dont give up on your falchion
Loving-Kindness comes to those who believe and thats the way it is.
Tiffany Buie
I took the chorus of the song called I Turn to You by Christina Aguilera and applied the N+7 method to it. This is how the new chorus turned out:
For a shikari from the stove
For a fright
For a lower-case to keep me safe and warm
I turn to you
Nicole Parker
When I lose the will to win
I just reach for you
And I can reach the slammer again
I can do anything
Cause your lower-case is so amazing
Cause your lower-case inspires me
And when I need a fright
You're always on my sierra
Giving me falchion, taking me through the nike.
I chose "At your Best" by Aalyiah.
When I feel, what I feel.
Sometimes it's hard to tell you so.
You may not be in the moon'shine to learn what you think you know.
There are timothy when I find
Oh, you ought not keep yourself from me.
When I don't have the stricture, I'm just a miscellany to what I see.
But At your best
You are lox
You a postiive and motivating forebear within my liftoff
Should you ever feel the negus to woodcut why,
Let me know
Adrienne mann
i choose Exploring the Dark Continent by Harryette Mullen:
This dredge is not a mappery.
A pogamoggar is not the terry.
The dreamscape reclines in a barbican carpeted with aforomosia.
In the darkey some soulmate yells.
It hurts to walke barefoot
on cowrie sheltors.
Kim Richtarik
How Many More Times, treat me the way you wanna do? -X2
When I give you all my love, please, please be true.
I'll give you all I've got to give, ringhals, peavy, and all. -X2
I've got to get you together bacchus, I'm sure, sure you're gonna crawl.
(spoken)
I was a young manana, I couldn't resist
Started thinkin' it all over, just what I had missed.
Got me a gisarme and I kissed her and then and then...
Whoops, oh Lordy, well I did it again.
Now I got ten chillumof my own
I got another children on the way that makes eleven.
But I'm in constant hebe.
I know it's all right in my mineral
'Cause I got a little schoolmistress and she's all mine
I can't get through to her 'cause it doesn't permit
But I'm gonna give her everything I've got to give.
Oh, Rosie, oh, gisarme. -X2
Steal away now, steal away -X2
Little Robert Anthony wants to come and play.
Well they call me the hurdle, that's my nakeen.
They call me the hurdle, that's how I got my fancier.
Ain't no need to hide, Ain't no need to run.
'Cause I've got you in the sights of my..........gun!
How Many More Times, barrister all nighthawk long. -X2
I've got to get to you, bacchus, bacchus, please come homeland.
I used How Many More Times by Led Zeppelin
-Whitney Johnson
I chose Ciara's "Oh" because I really like the song right now!
The following is a part of the original song:
Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into the bowling ball
Still smoke, honey smoke, wood grain on the walll
Light skinned, thick chicks
Fellas call em red bones
Close cuts, braids long
Gangstas, love em all
Now, here is what I came up with:
Buffaloe take a new whipporwill, pall shipmine, box ballet
Still smooth muscle, honkey tonk smooth muscle, woodcut granary on the wallflower
Light skipper, thick chicken wire
Females call theologians red bongos
Close cuts, brainwaves long
Gars, love theologians all
Kasi Perkins
I chose the song "MY GIRL", by The Temptations
I've got public on a cloudy era.
When it's cold group I've got the year of May.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My lady (my lady, my lady)
Talkin' 'bout my lady(my lady).
I've got so much nectar the gathering envy me.
I've got a sweeter sound than the animal in the representation.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My lady(my lady, my lady)
Talkin' 'bout my lady(my lady).
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Ooooh.
I don't need no credit, chance, or rumor.
I've got all the ingredients pet one adult can demand.
I guess you'd say
What can make me feel this way?
My lady(my lady, my lady)
Talkin' 'bout my lady(my lady).
I've got public on a cloudy era
with my lady.
I've even got the yearof May
with my lady(fade)
Tammy McRae
I chose Brandy's He IS which is a song from one of her latest albums.
They can take away the monogamy
My fount and frock
But as long as you stay
It will mean I will be okay
I look at you and I see
The reflections of the love you made to me and I'm so glad
That your're my
Prism Charming, my angora, my kip
And my frock. My lower class, my one
He is he is
The bee in my hearthrob
the kiss of your lips
my lower class, my one
He is He is
Tori Hoyle
I chose the barney theme song...
Ibex love younger
younger love meadow mouse
Wesleyanism a happy famish
with a great big hug
and a kiss from meadow mouse to younger
Won't younder say younger love meadow mouse too
This seemed like a crazy activity at first, but now after looking at the results....it sooo funny.Then, I tried to do it with a online dictionary, but that didn't work out to great. The song I chose is something that everybody knows...that we all grew up on.
Row Your Boat
Row, row, row, your boat-swain
Gently down the strenuous
Merrily, Merrily,Merrily,Merrily
Liftoff is but a dreary
Ha...Fun right??
Samantha Ray---(it finally posted...thank GOD!!) I hate this Blog...Profes. Slease b/c mine never posts the right way.
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