ringtones & ringtones & ringtones:
a rooster crowing
a dog barking
a horse neighing
a pig squeaking
a tune playing
a voice talking...
and he, in love with the bizarre, chose
a baby crying, just to say how painful here
without a mothering love
and one day traveling, his phone tucked away
deep inside a big bag of sorts
the Nokia baby woke & cried & cried & cried & cried
he panicked & struggled to open to search to find to feed her
other travelers watching, amazed, & thinking:
here's a kidnapper or cult ritualist or something worse
the police standing by alerted & watching & waiting for the exhibit, thinking:
here's a customer, a customer for sure, damn out of luck
and his baby cried & cried & cried & cried
finally out, consoled with a touch, shared between mouth & ear
and he whispered & whispered & whispered & whispered to her
the most soothing words ever heard
till minutes later she fell asleep
and the watchers looked away, disappointed
--- Obododimma Oha
zaterdag 6 september 2008
dinsdag 19 augustus 2008
from a poet to a cellphone novelist
i saw your story plunge into hallucination
once a text, then a txt, then an x
alter-print, it reads its reader
at the margins of post-talk
i heard your story
telling itself inside a cell
-- Obododimma Oha
once a text, then a txt, then an x
alter-print, it reads its reader
at the margins of post-talk
i heard your story
telling itself inside a cell
-- Obododimma Oha
Labels:
cellphone novel,
post-talk,
talk,
text
Street boy wants my phone
street boy streetwise
surveys the streets,
reads the floating figures
for the smell of
the newcomer, the unwary, the showy…
scans each bag each pocket
for the idle dollar & the sleeping phone
a significant walk, a knowing look
& a monkey follows a monkey that follows the nuts
feeling a power has left me
i panic
& through a borrowed dial
seek the presence of painful absence
“farewell,” sings my phone
“farewell,” sings my phone
“farewell,” sings my phone
in its captivity…
and walks away with a signifying monkey!
--- Obododimma Oha
surveys the streets,
reads the floating figures
for the smell of
the newcomer, the unwary, the showy…
scans each bag each pocket
for the idle dollar & the sleeping phone
a significant walk, a knowing look
& a monkey follows a monkey that follows the nuts
feeling a power has left me
i panic
& through a borrowed dial
seek the presence of painful absence
“farewell,” sings my phone
“farewell,” sings my phone
“farewell,” sings my phone
in its captivity…
and walks away with a signifying monkey!
--- Obododimma Oha
dinsdag 4 maart 2008
woensdag 13 februari 2008
changes
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- immediate publication suspended
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- e-mail send-to address changed to mobilewryting2
- immediate publication suspended
feel free to sent your contributions on this theme to dv@vilt.net
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