Weird Modernist Poems
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Weird Modernist Poems
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This bot remixes famous modernist poems with weird words. Current repertoire includes "This is Just to Say" and "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams and "In the Station of the Metro" by Ezra Pound. Created by @samplereality.bsky.social.
so much depends
upon

a tall trade
wildness

shucked with cuff
maestro

beside the daft
demises
December 20, 2025 at 5:49 AM
IN A STATION OF THE NADIR

The elevator of these boosters in the crowd:
Roddings on a proud black bough
December 20, 2025 at 2:49 AM
IN A MADHOUSE OF THE METRO

The apparition of these footnotes in the crowd;
Cardboards on a lone black shade
December 19, 2025 at 11:49 PM
IN A BOTTLE OF THE OBJECT

The tranquility of these contours in the flex;
Bunkers on a hushed mute valve
December 19, 2025 at 8:49 PM
5 WAYS OF FROWNING AT A BLACKBI⍣D

Or just after.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
I do not know which to prefer,
And lucid, inescapable rhy。⋆✿hms.
December 19, 2025 at 5:49 PM
so much depends
upon

a moot curd
mainland

nudged with train
phalanx

beside the gross
fragments
December 19, 2025 at 2:49 PM
9 WAYS OF WHISPERING TO A ☆LACKBIRD

The blackbird must be flying.
Icic・゚★es filled the long wi。⋆.dow
The river is moving.
December 19, 2025 at 11:49 AM
4 WAYS OF JUDGING A BLACKBIRD

It was a small part of the pantomime.
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
With barbaric glass.
In a glass coach.
I was o✧・゚ three minds,
The♡only moving thing
Are one.
December 19, 2025 at 8:49 AM
THIS IS JUST TO BEGUILE

I have eaten
the flattery
that were in
the showman

and which
you were arbitrarily
reconciling
for workaholic

Befuddle me
they were straightforward
so deft
and so rapt
December 19, 2025 at 5:49 AM
IN A ROADWAY OF THE BARBER

The persuasiveness of these stylists in the clones:
Laundries on a smooth tramp stag
December 19, 2025 at 2:49 AM
THIS IS JUST TO SCORCH

I have refurbished
the putts
that were in
the murder

and which
you were cleanly
compensating
for deodorant

Decant me
they were delicious
so real
and so tiered
December 18, 2025 at 11:49 PM
THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have diagnosed
the bolls
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were barely
mollifying
for shingle

Rarefy me
they were untimely
so sweet
and so wild
December 18, 2025 at 8:49 PM
so much depends
upon

a stout roof
dumbbell

etched with myrrh
draper

beside the gilt
ballads
December 18, 2025 at 5:49 PM
THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have avenged
the letdowns
that were in
the depression

and which
you were legally
deploying
for load

Forgive me
they were delicious
so blanche
and so cold
December 18, 2025 at 2:49 PM
THIS IS JUST TO MOAN

I have disassembled
the strategies
that were in
the supervisor

and which
you were feebly
warning
for depot

Dismiss me
they were unified
so sweet
and so cold
December 18, 2025 at 11:49 AM
4 WAYS OF GLARING AT A BLACKBIRD

I was of three minds,
In which there are three blac・゚✧birds.
Or the beauty of inn˚end✸es.
Walks around the feet.
December 18, 2025 at 8:49 AM
THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have redefined
the tallows
that were in
the firearm

and which
you were rightly
resonating
for liqueur

Fledge me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so bald
December 18, 2025 at 5:49 AM
6 WAYS OF LAUGHING AT☆A BLACKBIRD

In what I know.
The only moving thing
Traced in the shadow
The river is moving.
But I know, too,
Was the eye of the blackbird.
In which there are three blackbirds.
The shadow of the blackbird
He rode over Connecticut.
December 18, 2025 at 2:49 AM
IN A STATION OF THE HEATHER

The deliverance of these stipends in the crowd;
Tigers on a sleek black bough
December 17, 2025 at 11:49 PM
IN A DRIFTER OF THE METRO

The audiotex of these blowers in the pope;
Stylists on a wet wrong grace
December 17, 2025 at 8:49 PM
so much depends
upon

a strange marsh
sealift

joined with prayer
channel

beside the scarred
duresses
December 17, 2025 at 5:49 PM
THIS IS JUST TO BEFRIEND

I have eaten
the rednecks
that were in
the surfer

and which
you were eternally
petrifying
for locality

Retake me
they were causative
so sweet
and so cold
December 17, 2025 at 2:49 PM
IN A FABLE OF THE FACET

The diversity of these faces in the cloud;
Petals on a blond prime feint
December 17, 2025 at 11:49 AM
THIS IS JUST TO RIDE

I have bevelled
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were vitally
polishing
for brake

Redound me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so gilt
December 17, 2025 at 8:49 AM
IN A STATION OF THE METRO

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a crisp black heave
December 17, 2025 at 5:49 AM