Two Poems from Blazon
Gules
Reds are wellbeing, something he must bear on filing in intricate patterns. Alert now each other faithful one, still iridescent tint charm, which means art and gestures fell to me on quickly caressing certain glittery pieces. The cartilage crunched, bristling signed and readied absolute tulip trees in bloom. Iridescent tint immediately on alert now in the tight hug, indescribable, unutterable, with its mouth at each other. Hands tilted his head back at famous bold orange and burnished. On filing in intricate patterns, collapse survives.
The cartilage crunched credits still iridescent tints grow paler than tulip trees in bloom. Art and gestures fell to me on probable change anyway, going back into being increase bristling screen. Their iridescent tint is still and so are these tulip trees. Probable change anyway, confounded with minute bristling tulip trees in bloom iridescent tint fretted & pale skin.
Suddenly, one recalls libraries with its mouth at bristling English homes. Reds gone wild grow paler than facts, the best facts view desert late-growing anywhere. Which means literally for the crest, fell to me on losing ourselves, indescribable, unutterable, survive if it were bristling credits. If it described young moustaches on selling-areas, power with its mouth up pressed against years that had elapsed, confounded with minute universal race, all again momentarily reserved.
Time and time fell to me on voice power, the cartilage crunched bristling speech still iridescent tinted famous strength, which means something. Party messages which mean art and gestures fell to me on exploration, alert now bristling faithful one. Exhibition facts, which mean on inquiry twenty minutes survive if it were each other. Screen brown iridescent hand-tinted photographs on losing ourselves in hard work with its mouth signed and readied catching streams. Up again in my mind fell to me on telling power at each other speech and getting on with it and capricious star intimacy.
Cuirass
To become integrated in a body, one of many versions, to leave updated, to use, private, at first hand, quite catches fire, so that you walk about their period of shining.
Yet there were still moments with less labour, their period of shining chest, most sorts of the expiring throb of old aches, able to make with your nail, and on famous May, quite belly worship.
Yet there were still moments with less labour. We can get closer most sorts of need to project of shots of their period of shining, revelations right off the street. The expiring throb of old aches, pages of pebbly footfalls. Shots too, the expiring throb of old aches, it peeped out with your nail, and on private (a petrol type) of the islands. Chest and being revealed the points, lover invitation.
Yet there were still moments with less labour. Continued most sorts of atrocious for the quite lustily men who breathe chest and being revealed. The points and on horseback (a petrol type) is tempered by quite lustily many.
Yet there were still moments with less labour. Gave a groan, most sorts of chest, the expiring throb of old aches. Peeped out, and on for the fee being quite man branches, chests, inclined jambs, and being revealed, the points for sucking.
Yet there were still moments with less labour which go to make most sorts of chest, chest whose parts maintained the expiring throb of old aches. Peeped out, with your nail, and on intend rolling and golden showers quite mutual chests hard life stirred.
Yet there were still moments with less labour, modes of satisfaction, most sorts of chests, the expiring throb of old aches. People will, whose parts maintained the expiring throb of old aches, age frenzy of that and on only loosened being then you see in the dark, atrocious where fantasies come alive.
Yet there were still moments with less labour, as if it were most sorts of quite lustily atrocious index whose parts maintained a chest and being revealed, the points' invitation dedicated to being revealed. The points play and affair and on another model or diesel quite steel hard high mountains.
Yet there were still moments with less labour. Painted reason most sorts of the mutual to become integrated in a body prolonged, whose parts maintained fine firm mutual, sometimes on fine firm rawhide high mountains, true sweet rawhide show-offs. The expiring throb of old aches, with your nail, and on catches fire, so that you walk about appearance, or diesel, then you see in the dark?
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The poems in Blazon are the outcome of a sequence of homolinguistic translation procedures. These were carried out using chance guided operations and substitutions on the textual content of an online directory of websites.
Mark Leahy is a writer and artist. Born in Ireland, he lives and works in the South West of England. Recent performances include ‘Breath Pieces’ choreographed by Rosanna Irvine (Tramway, Glasgow, June 2018); ‘telling time’ (Jamboree, Devon, June 2018); ’threaded insert’ (Plymouth Art Weekender, Sept 2017; Cardiff, May 2018). Poems have appeared in Stride, Freaklung, The Curly Mind, The Other Room Anthology 8; Swatches was published by Acts of Language (2009), and Subject to Gesture by Dock Road Press (2017). Artist publications include ‘lengths and ends: six poems for Penzance’ (CAZ Weekender, Penzance, 2012) and ’in the key of’ (for Counter Plymouth Artist Book Fair, 2015). He was commissioned to write texts to accompany work by artists including Nathan Walker, Katy Connor, Steven Paige, and LOW PROFILE. Critical publications include essays in C21 Literature, Open Letter, Performance Research Journal and Journal of Writing in Creative Practice. www.markleahy.net
