Vogon poetry, makes more sense then blogs about life partner and stuff
February 11 2010 04:01
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee
That mordiously hath bitled out
Its earted jurtles
Into a rancid festering
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts
And living glupules frart and slipulate
Like jowling meated liverslime
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't.
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February 11 2010 10:42P.S. Last couple of weeks I was living with the HHGG as the BBC radio show (the first 2 "fits"). Also lovely. And totally random.
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February 11 2010 10:38-actually I quite liked it.. oh yes, I thought that some of the metaphysical imagery was really particularly effective.. oh.. an er... interesting rhythmic devices too, which seemed to counterpoint the... er... er..
-..counterpoint the surrealism of the underlying metaphor oh the... er..
-..humanity of the...
-vogonity!
-Ah yes, Vogonity (sorry) of the poets compassionate soul which contrives through the medium of the verse structure to sublimate this, transcend that and come to terms with the fundamental dichotomies of the other, and one is left with a profound and vivid insight... into... er...
-Into whatever it was the poem about!
(putting away the HHGG book and going back to studies, thank you very much for attention)
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February 11 2010 04:41Yes it is .....lol.
Ian F. February 11 2010 04:10Um...some of the words I didn't understand,
but I found the imagery quite effective.
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February 11 2010 04:08Very romantic ...lol.
Ian F. February 11 2010 04:04what the hitchikers guide to the galaxy