This is the third in my current series of experimental writing. Loosely based on Dada and Surrealistic automatic writing, I have collected a list of five words each from ten different folk who either left comments on the blog (leave your five words here, if you wish to be included in future experiments), on Google+, or on Facebook. Contributors to this experiment are: Monika Ashwin V, Ampat Koshy, Mike Stone, Allen Nettleton, Jerry Ingeman, godessofsmallthings, Rayona Tuneelo, Christine A. Farley, Jen Pettit, and Peter Valentine.
The Toad’s Garden
A trinket that will traffic in trigonometry falls across a toad’s forest plaza. Love, without sex, creates a constant in the calculations of nothing. The toad lives on a nice and norval diggery ave, where it wonders, “Where’s my gawddamn slippers gorn?!?!”
It’s all a straw dog drawn along the floor. The capacitor follows the missing lines of calculations to enter an elephant. Mercury in retrograde or quicksilver at your feet, tosh. The grumpy steel worries when it will fall, effervescent sparks pluming, lonely, into the rolling molds.
The woman with the beard feels fright for the toad, poor wretch, while tending her garden. The rain-pulse pounds down the crimson flowers. Their efflorescence is the pneuma she seeks to savor. It is a stretch to deliver this thought to her tongue, precocious and fleeting this, and you, yet, still want it, she thinks. Her tongue tastes salty sweat trickling in the heat.
Menu for the series
Experimental Chaos | Experiment two—The Other Day | Experiment three—The Toad’s Garden | Experiment four—Reflexive Properties | Experiment five—Word-Tossed Salad | Experiment six—Deciduous Mirror Reflecting