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Poetry Contest

First Multiannual Giuegaue dotte Comme poetry contest

Entrants were asked to write a poem containing the following lines:

WHEN THIS SIDE IS EMPTY
SLIDE DOOR TO LEFT UNTIL LOCKED

The winner is announced at the bottom of the page, so you have to read through all the honorable mentions first. Entries are printed roughly in the order in which they were submitted. This contest was inspired by Ms. Lisa Larson of Cambridge, MA, and based on her Geegaw entry of 24 April 2001. The contest ended 1 May 2001. The nature of the prize is still being negotiated. Thanks so much to everyone who participated!


Honorable mention: most emotive poem
by David Chess (Chesslog)
Did we go too slowly
to leave you breathless?

CLOSE COVER BEFORE STRIKING

Did you leave not even a streak
of yourself
on the edge of the coatrack?

SANITIZED
FOR YOUR PROTECTION

When can I stop noticing
the chill on the sheets?

WHEN THIS SIDE IS EMPTY
SLIDE DOOR TO LEFT UNTIL LOCKED

When this side is empty,
slide door to left until locked.

Honorable mention: most inadvertently vicious self-parody
by Anselm Dovetonsils
Take Another Little Piece of My Heart Now, Baby
     
WHEN THIS SIDE IS EMPTY
SLIDE DOOR TO LEFT UNTIL LOCKED

Honorable mention: wittiest poem
by A.
Maxwell's demon, enemy of entropy,
saw this sign as in he clocked:
WHEN THIS SIDE IS EMPTY
SLIDE DOOR TO LEFT UNTIL LOCKED.

Honorable mention: hardest-rockin' rock 'n' roll lyric
by Dan Fitch (Apathy)
SURTRUCKTIONS:

No signal you will ever be loosed
>From them, when this side is empty 
Slide door to left until locked
Heave forward to four next phases
You wear thin on my plate, now

I will prepare to predate all glower
Climb more toward some little endings
Twist/pull knob out of some wounds
>From *CLICK* danger that's uncertain
We react belted by impulse, now

Honorable mention: best poem written on a cardboard tube
by Jim Flanagan (Bubble Chamber)
Until Locked

I have fallen out of touch with the
busy community of youthful neuroses
(Did they stop writing, or did I?)
and love has grown from a small panic
to a great peace.
Beauty is felt more
in the head than the belly
and the barber goes to work
through the early Winter snow.

When this side is empty
slide door to left

  [ This poem, when writ 'round an empty bathroom tissue tube, should be
  found to conform to the structural requirements of the contest ]

Dishonorable mention: best poem written by a robot (DQed for not containing the required lines)
by Klaus
You'll find the house is empty and the Devil in Hell, 
the gates locked ...
and, further, may he be put in the back, 
smoking joints, than it needs to chill out.


And the prize-winning poem, for its apropos title and ambitious use of slant-rhyme:
by Ray Davis (Hotsy Totsy Club)
Documentation No Substitute for Working Technology

Toilet paper having balked,
Depantsed and unkempt, he
Then reads, to feel only mocked,
"WHEN THIS SIDE IS EMPTY
SLIDE DOOR TO LEFT UNTIL LOCKED".

February 1, 2003 in Site features | Permalink