Louanne Learning
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Winner: 4th Contest August
Winner: June Flash Fiction
I am in favour of anything that makes an artist more outlandish. We capture ourselves in our outlandishness. Screech, if you need to.
Poets.org defines Flarf poetry as follows –
Flarf: A quality of intentional or unintentional "flarfiness." A kind of corrosive, cute, or cloying, awfulness. Wrong. Un-P.C. Out of control. "Not okay."
A few quotes from an interesting read giving a dialectic description between conceptualism and Flarf, at Mainstream Poetry (I encourage you to read the entire article) -
Flarf is poetry. It is about everything that is not poetry.
Conceptualism is composed. Flarf is compost.
Flarf has an anaphylactic shock for every situation.
Conceptualism has one answer, and that is: being boring without being alienating.
Flarf, by not providing a motherfucking note to tell you what it's supposed to be, activates thought.
Flarf is Fortran roid rage: leggo my ego.
Conceptualism is a can-can in the bathroom mirror, the discourse of the shave.
The best conceptualism is readable and successful.
Flarf fails in doing what it sets its mind to, to be bad. Flarf is Goooooooooooood.
Poetry is Conceptualism.
Flarf is life.
And here from one of the original flarfists – poet Gary Sullivan -
Mm-hmm
Yeah, mm-hmm, it's true
big birds make
big doo! I got fire inside
my "huppa"-chimpTM
gonna be agreessive, greasy aw yeah god
wanna DOOT! DOOT!
Pffffffffffffffffffffffffft! hey!
oooh yeah baby gonna shake & bake then take
AWWWWWL your monee, honee (tee hee)
uggah duggah buggah biggah buggah muggah
hey! hey! you stoopid Mick! get
off the paddy field and git
me some chocolate Quik
put a Q-tip in it and stir it up sick
pocka-mocka-chocka-locka-DING DONG
fuck! shit! piss! oh it's so sad that
syndrome what's it called tourette's
make me HAI-EE! shout out loud
Cuz I love thee. Thank you God, for listening!
And so I invite you to write a Flarf poem and post it here.
Poets.org defines Flarf poetry as follows –
Flarf: A quality of intentional or unintentional "flarfiness." A kind of corrosive, cute, or cloying, awfulness. Wrong. Un-P.C. Out of control. "Not okay."
A few quotes from an interesting read giving a dialectic description between conceptualism and Flarf, at Mainstream Poetry (I encourage you to read the entire article) -
Flarf is poetry. It is about everything that is not poetry.
Conceptualism is composed. Flarf is compost.
Flarf has an anaphylactic shock for every situation.
Conceptualism has one answer, and that is: being boring without being alienating.
Flarf, by not providing a motherfucking note to tell you what it's supposed to be, activates thought.
Flarf is Fortran roid rage: leggo my ego.
Conceptualism is a can-can in the bathroom mirror, the discourse of the shave.
The best conceptualism is readable and successful.
Flarf fails in doing what it sets its mind to, to be bad. Flarf is Goooooooooooood.
Poetry is Conceptualism.
Flarf is life.
And here from one of the original flarfists – poet Gary Sullivan -
Mm-hmm
Yeah, mm-hmm, it's true
big birds make
big doo! I got fire inside
my "huppa"-chimpTM
gonna be agreessive, greasy aw yeah god
wanna DOOT! DOOT!
Pffffffffffffffffffffffffft! hey!
oooh yeah baby gonna shake & bake then take
AWWWWWL your monee, honee (tee hee)
uggah duggah buggah biggah buggah muggah
hey! hey! you stoopid Mick! get
off the paddy field and git
me some chocolate Quik
put a Q-tip in it and stir it up sick
pocka-mocka-chocka-locka-DING DONG
fuck! shit! piss! oh it's so sad that
syndrome what's it called tourette's
make me HAI-EE! shout out loud
Cuz I love thee. Thank you God, for listening!
And so I invite you to write a Flarf poem and post it here.
