STAINLESS AND INDENTURED
(The sounds and dialogue of the film Dumb and Dumber filtered/translated through a 'speech to text' program and then carved into poetry.)
one is the hot unknown
"They have to buy all the scenery."
A pound out my prayer and I said Michael protest.
Or yet I canceled the rehearsal, a
an associate is a contingent, the testing sandwich of the littlest high school.
She seemed to be an angel connecting human and home to the hot unknown.
Edit a help. Edit, edit her air in the law.
The editor owns each year as a whole world destiny.
Instead there was
And into the cable a long hole into
two is a wounded contingent
"Your wants are reported, a high price to shut off."
The specialized are selling more parts, killing
Awaiting the report the contractor, the vendor pinpoints
The goal of any hole is the guerrilla's meal and property supply.
Main against the fingernail.
Pay for half-inch first-place
is an overhaul, a single town
a in the or a us
Born in an unknown moment, a wounded contingent loses
three is believed jets
"They are selling your head for a renewal."
You're not forgotten, died in the circuit, tired of
don't know anything corporate
The dead do well in Idaho.
Talk and tell. Unpleasant children are entering and believed jets.
A sum was offered in ages, another hitter, the identity
A high mile shot before you tumble.
Including the judicial dead, they cannot know orders,
For gloves are when clothes disappear a hole in case of going,
to lose all of going. In the world, in Florida,
You won't do well at home,
Your species was tremendous. The editor's most important.
Yet I know that science
and resistant to digital.
For our entire mother, and her waiting
area expertise, is in the hole,
Using speech to text software trained to my scratchy and yet (in the afternoon) velvety voice, I process the worlds of media (movies, radio, music, crowds, the ocean). The software, as all technology, is an imperfect and jealous lover that misunderstands explosions, or ambient noise as text, and retranslates the sounds and dialogues, finds hidden words beneath what we (and it) hears. Think of the process as an interpretive dance, a jittery technological oracle for our electronic boxes that shine out uncertain media prophets. These poems are the first in a series of noise to poetics experiments.