The bird has the nerve to make a castle or an econobox.
It takes serious amber to reconcile that density.
In a responsible freeze, the court owes the landowner.
The tenet cuts onions without emotion; there is a gene for that.
After a chilly engagement, this union is hunting for an accident.
The taxi drifts along the fuel of the marriage.

Find me a mosaic made of Exit signs.

(I did this one using the random word generator to generate groups of five words!)

19 Comments

  1. Benjamin Niespodziany

    “The tenet cuts onions without emotions” love it

    I also read it as “the court owns the landowner” which might also work!

    “the fuel of the marriage” is such a great phrase as well.

    I kind of like this taxi drifting along as the final image here, and it made me think that “Find me a mosaic made of exit signs” could work nicely as the opening line. A little bit of a sharper/stranger opener, then it allows the ‘bird/nerve’ to blossom a bit more. Just a thought! This one’s fun.

    • Wendy Oleson

      I like that, Benjamin! I’m definitely going to play with this more! Thank you so much for reading!

  2. Al Kratz

    I do love the meandering or the randomness here and how they still all are together. I love Benjamin’s idea of moving the Find me a mosaic line to the beginning. I do like it at the end, but in the beginning i think it is like a declaration or a command or an authority. And then the other lines are like an answer.

    • Wendy Oleson

      Yes–the other lines become an answer–that’s a really good point! Thank you, Al!

  3. Lisa Alletson

    I enjoy how these lines work together and individually. I particularly love “The taxi drifts along the fuel of the marriage” and “The tenet cuts onions without emotion.”

  4. Jonathan Cardew

    Gosh, I love the assonance of the “bird has the nerve.” Thanks for letting us know that you used the random generator for fodder!

    I’m really struck by the “fuel of the marriage.” I imagined the piece starting like this:

    The taxi drifts along the fuel of the marriage.
    Find me a mosaic made of Exit signs.

    I imagined a head resting against a car window, watching the world go by. Marriage and movement. Mosaics.

    • Wendy Oleson

      I definitely want to play with this more! I love your idea for this melancholy road trip!!!

  5. John Steines

    Hi. Very interesting. I’ll have to check out this word generating machine sometime. Love it.

    • Wendy Oleson

      Yes! John, it was really fun to play with it! You can choose to generate as few or many words at once as you like, and I just found it really, really fun and weird.

  6. Robert Vaughan

    Hi Wendy, these seemingly random sentences generated by the word machine have such wit, and zing. Most comments previously have chosen the lines. Overall there is a dazzling effect, much like attending a mini Cirque de Soleil. All the theatrics in lines which are not of “me,” but fed back to me. Might toy with singular words, playing with options, rather like WORDLE or like a game. In fact, I could see this all laid out as a crossword? Or some other structure?

    • Wendy Oleson

      Ooohhh, Robert! That is really cool–the idea of moving these around like a crossword or something that causes a different configuration. I’m going to mess around with this. Thank you!

  7. Martha Jackson Kaplan

    Wendy, Love the way this turned out. Three sentences are my favorite.

    This: The tenet cuts onions without emotion; there is a gene for that.
    This: The taxi drifts along the fuel of the marriage.
    And this: Find me a mosaic made of Exit signs.

    Each sentence feels like the beginning of either a poem or a story. Genius generator!

  8. Wilson Koewing

    Wendy,

    This is an interesting experiment! my only real concern, which is that I was hard pressed to find much meaning, doesn’t really seem useful considering the random nature of the piece.

    Wilson

  9. Lucy Logsdon

    I admire this—-I love how it veers into randomness, yet always gets reigned back in. You do a wonderful job of letting image accumulate upon image, thus building meaning as we go along. I am particularly enamored of that last line–Find me a mosaic made of exit signs. I do feel it’s a bit too brief as is. I think at least one more stanza, possibly two, will transform this from exercise to actual poem ready to publish. I would use the additional stanza(s) to further develop what is hinted at here.

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