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Monday, August 12, 2019

Take a Peek at the Mageek! (Behold, in Fact, a Baker's Dozen!)

Playswell bids you say "Hahwahyah! to an exciting new poetic form. Like its progenitor the haiku, the mageek is about syllable count. Unlike that ancestor, it's composition's as contrived as its forebear's is spontaneous.  


'Monster...? / Mr T's one!' 
     (Although   
          less of the    

          Magyar: more
          jus' for the
                           fun.

*  *  *  *  *



'Mitt Romney: /  "Not my time." -- R'
     "I'd an    
          Edsel be,   
          were I some
          futile A-
           -merican                 
                       car." 


*  *  *  *  *

'Illinois: / Is I ill...? No!'
     (Though Pe-
        -oria's
             playlist* I'll
             gladly fore-
                                      -go.)

     * Refers to the old media buyer's 
query "Will it play in Peoria?" (But is that 
a question anybody asks anymore?) 

*  *  *  *  *

'Woody Allen: / a lewd loony.' 
     That old
          goon married
          Soon Yi. He's
          potty, car-
        -toony. (And
                                 puny.) 

*  *  *  *  *

'Northeast / has rotten'
     winter 
           weather -- what   
        snows those un-
      -fortunates
          seem to have
                                 gotten! 

*  *  *  *  *
  
'Gilgamesh: / "I l _ _ _ ham, eggs!'
     "Oh, me,
          too -- over
          e _ _ _. Please, let's 
          fry up some!"
          Enkidu
                                          begs. 

*  *  *  *  *
‘Stravinsky / Navy skirts’
     leads to
          waves of trans-
         -vestite en-
         -listments by
          Russian com-
         -posers: the 
          subsequent 
          hazing's a 
          practice which 
                           hurts. 

*  *  *  *  *
 


'The Odyssey / doth (yes, yes!)'

     say much
          more about

          Homer than 

          uninformed 
          readers might 
                                    guess. 

*  *  *  *  *

'The Iliad...? / Ha! It lied':
     ‘Twas young
          Hektor who
          lived. 'Twas A-
        -chilles who
          (Homer says)
                              died.

*  *  *  *  *


'America: / I'm a race':
     See me
          run. When I'm
          done, not one
          alien 
          dare take my 
                              place. 

*  *  *  *  * 

'Napoleon’s / one’s pal...? No!'
     Not since
          Waterloo'd
          laid our lad
          (Elba's since 
          been his pad) 
                              low. 

*  *  *  *  * 

‘Elephants / Help! A Sten!’
       But don't 
            gun 'em...just 
            stun 'em: they've 
            left the pre-
           -serve yet a-
                             -gain. 

*  *  *  *  * 

'Alphabets / a hep blast!' 
      Still I 
           leapt, having 
           kept not one 
           letter from 
           archives so 
                            vast. 


(More mageeks to come: a work in progress) 

A Little Night Porter or Relentless Lyric Links Thirteen A1 Strophes to Brief Codetta

It was just one of those things,
just one of those almond rings,
one "boo-boo”’d blues of baritone Bing's.
Just one of those things.

It was just one of those things,
just one of hose static clings, 
one of Sinatra’s "ring-a-ding-ding"s.
Just one of those things.

It was just one of those things,
just one of Stowe's evenings,
one of those fibs your president flings.
Just one of those things.

It was just one of those things,
just one of those GOP wings, 
one of those hankies "Hawkins Falls" wrings.
Just one of those things.

It was just one of those things,
just one of gross inner springs. 
(Juan, who froze juleps 'n' Singapore Slings,
jokes: "Jus' Juan duz doze t'ings.")

It was just one of those things, 
just one of Kay's Kabibbl’y kings,*
one of those lays lauding lemonade springs.**
Just one of those things. 
      * Cf Kyser's band personnel – specifically 
one Ish Kabibble but several others as well. 
      ** Cf the Big Rock Candy Mountain

It was just one of those things,
just one of Mars’s merciless Mings, 
one of those neon nights of Beijing's.
Just one of those things.

It was just one of those things,
just one of O's Oprah blings, 
one of Paterno's pornography rings.
Just one of Joe’s things.

It was just one of those things,
just one of those queer-quizzin' stings,*
one of those riffs -- "It don't mean a thing"s.
Just one Satchmo thing. 
       * Cf the Stonewall Inn 

It was just one of those things,
just stuff that a stiff Sting sings, 
one of those tangs…like Buffalo wings.
Just one of those things.

It was just one of those things,
just uno...dos...underlings,
one of those peerless portrayals of Ving's.
Just one of those things.

It was just one of those things,
just one of those well-wax'd wings,*
one of those Xs censorship brings.
Just one of Moe’s** things. 
      * Cf the fatal flight of Icarus.
      ** X-rated film director Morris Lesse

It was just one of those things,
just one of Ma's (Yoyo's) strings, 
one of those songs with "Zing...zizzy...zing..."s,*
just one of those things... 
      * Cf "Italian Street Song" from Naughty 
Marietta.

     ...yes, it was great fun... but it was 
five plus twenty one of those things. 

Christmas Day: A Mare Egg...

     "A Mare Egg, Her Wrist, "Miss Two 'U'"