Posts Tagged ‘poetry’

β+ decay

December 14, 2014

Twelve of them were sitting smugly
protons of magnesium
When their noisy neutron neighbours
Broke the equilibrium.

‘Why should ye reign over us
with yer posh positive charge?’
‘It’s us doon here who are the keel
Of this wee atomic barge.’

One proton shouts: ‘By Jove, yes!’
‘I’ll no longer live a lie!’
A positron and a neutrino
Are flung out towards the sky.

Eleven protons sitting snugly
No-one breaks the tedium,
With twelve neutrons they have formed a
Nucleus of sodium.

Bleak

May 8, 2012

A fruit and veg aisle in a supermarket. A few strands of wilted parsley in a chipped water-glass, some grimy water sloshing about in it. A sign: “Parsley, 49 forints/bunch.”

It’s not the obvious inedibility of the thing itself, not even the less than appetising packaging. It’s the fact that they expect you to pay for it.

August 11, 2011

Haiku in English
People think it is clever:
Absolute tossers

Disappointment 2

May 22, 2011

When a young journalist lands his first, unpaid contract with a newspaper, and all he has to do is make coffee for everyone and clean the office, the only thing that keeps him going is the hope that one day, if he plays his cards right, he might be able to write down a headline like this.

Believers baffled as world doesn’t end

And get away with it.

Then they came for me

September 21, 2009

Then they came for me
Then there were none

Then the rain came down
Then there were three

Then there were giants
Then there was you

Then the fight started
Then there were none

Then there was me and you

(The idea to use Google search phrase suggestions as a source of dadaist poetry isn’t mine, credit has to go to them for it.)

Daniil Kharms

July 8, 2009

Daniil Kharms hated rollerskates. He hated them so much that once he yelled at a kid across the road: ‘Hey, if you don’t stop rollerskating, one of these days you’ll fall flat on your face and break your nose!’

It was a bitterly cold Leningrad winter and he was on his way to Vasilevsky Market where he hoped to find some beetroots, maybe a couple of eggs, so I have to admit that he did have a point.

Why not try to read some of the works of Daniil Kharms. He’s much better than this. Honestly.