Found Poem: The Last Great Adventure

My friend composed this found poem from the cover copy of books on a shelf in the corner of her living room. I love it. Hurray for the writers of epic sci-fi/fantasy back-cover blurbs. Now someone should write the novel that this is the back matter for…(ahem…for which this is the back matter).

The Last Great Adventure

No frills
no nonsense,
Just a divided world–
wealthy citizens,
urban poor–
six turbulent months.

Put the pieces back together,
King of endless caverns,
eagly crags.
Night after restless night–
anguish and triumph,
magic and iron–
the art of war
by violence.

This is the story of
a people defeated,
the burden of hope
during the last peaceful days
of the planet.

Led by the future,
she left behind
one hundred souls.

F is for Found Poetry

I’ve posted some found poetry on this blog before (see here or here). I think I referred to it as “accidental poetry,” but it amounts to the same thing. Found poetry is a pretty self-explanatory term: it is language that you find in a non-poetic context and then reframe (sometimes intact, sometimes with the addition of line breaks or other grammatical changes) as poetry.

For a few months now the booksellers at the store where I work have been keeping track of found poems discovered in the inventory sorts that we run. We made them into a tumblr (that’s a generous “we” — I had no real part in the making or maintenance of said tumblr, I just like to feel included) called Bookseller’s Found Poetry. They might be slightly more amusing to our addled, book-buried brains, but here are a couple of my favorites:

Emotional life of your
language (the cultural):
feeling pain and being, in
secret: life of words.

– – – –

Outside your window, a
heart + soul.


– – – –

Spinoza now
is eating people

– – – –

Gender Born, Gender Made,
emotions revealed.
Telling lies – clues to deceit.

Pink Brain, Blue Brain:
You are Here.
You are Here.
Going on being.
Going to pieces without
psychotherapy.  Without
thoughts.  Without a thinker.


– – – –
And last but not least…
– – – –
I got this
Steve Jobs
man within my head.
– – – –
So many Steve Jobs books! Is that only funny to me? Maybe. But there are other poetic gems in there, so you should go explore for yourself!

More accidental poetry

My friend found this one and I’ve lifted it from her blog, literaryshoptalk, to share with you. It’s from a resume she was reviewing in her new, not-quite-so-literary job.

Describe the Lathe.

Identify the parts of the Engine Lathe and its role.

Describe the importance of a lathe setup and the principle operations of

Straight and Taper:

turning, facing, boring, threading, grooving, knurling, and form cutting.

Describe the common measuring rules,

How they are adjusted and the

Proper way they are used.

Describe how to read a part drawing and its tolerances.

Instill, every day,

Shop Safety to every student.

accidental poetry

From a metacritic review of the new Zelda: Skyward Sword.The line breaks are mine, everything else is Beppeoioi‘s. Discovery credit to mpb the elder.


After waiting so many months
Skyward Sword Zelda, after
reading so many articles,
see movies and read
rumors, even I
would give this game
Then he came out,
I bought and tried and
it is at this point that came
the disappointment.
I quickly realized that
so much praise, so many high scores
were just advertising.

I am an expert player of Zelda,
I played three times
and finished
Zelda Twilight Princess and I would have expected much more
from Skyward Sword.
Grainy graphics, controller goes
crazy when you look off the field, the controller
is not precise, enemies in spite of
the above
the new Motion Plus controller,
are killed simply shaking the controller.
And then the most important thing,
the story,
missing the magic,
the soul is lacking,
there is no involvement, few dialogues.
It looks like a game
made in a hurry
to go to meet
business needs, putting together
the pieces of the previous Zelda,
yet they have had 5 years of time.
I’ve played now for 20 hours
I hope that
going forward
you change something.