Thanks go to Kamposer and Moss Willow for providing the music, and to Kat Humphrey, Russell Scheidelman, and Stacey Levine for their readings.
|Russell reading "Aphoristic Alibis." (Photo by Patricia Spencer.)|
Here is Russell's smart and funny piece:
Assonance and alliteration, applied and aggregated alphabetically, archly assist an alleged
amateur author aggrieved at assembling aphoristic alibis advertised as art.
But beware--bystanders bemoan being besieged by blatantly belabored buffooneries borrowing
Catcalls can commemorate curiously contrived consonant concatenations.
Dandified dilettantes derivatively declaiming dubious "Debbie Does Dallas" dialectics deservedly
Enlightening eloquence ever eludes excessively ejaculated elocution effects.
Fastidiously following frivolous formalities fans furtive fantasies favoring foot flight.
Gullible guests, gathered gleefully, go gagging.
Heroic holdovers hover haplessly, hardly hearing.
Ignominiously injured, I issue immediate instructions invalidating imminently insufferable
idiomatic iterations, initially irreversible in intent.
KAMIKAZE KITSCH KEEPS KICKING!
Let like-lettered lexicon listings long lapidate lingering listeners loudly!
Meanwhile, my maniacally monotonous method, marching mechanically, makes me mentally
map many minefields menacing my mission's mad momentum.
Namely: narrowing name numbers, not now noteworthy, nevertheless nestle noxiously nearby.
Oddball occupants of oncoming orthographic outposts offer odious options or otherwise
obliterate orally outlandish opportunities.
Panic pervades Portlandia's potentially poorest pen-pushing poseur ploddingly pickpocketing
Peter Piper's peck.
"Quit quavering!" quibblers quip--quixotically.
Russell resumes reading: "Rotgut rivers regularly rinsed Rapunzel's Rastafarian rope-like ribs."
Something sinister somehow spoiled Society's simpler speculations surrounding several
Spanish strangers spotted Sunday slyly selling Superman's so-called sacred Spandex, slightly
Totalitarian teetotallers torrentially taught transformative truths that tenacious tipplers typically
Uhura University's unearthly undergraduates ubiquitously underwent unnerving urges up until
unanimously using up uniquely unctuous underarm unguents utterly unlike Uranus's.
V veers victorious: vociferously validating Vaudevillian verbosity, voluminously vaunting
vainglorious vassals, voraciously vacuuming Valentino's vast vocabulary.
While Washington wondered warily whether war was what Warsaw wanted, wordsmiths worried
wearily whether words were worth Wordsworth's while.
Xerxes xeroxed "Xanadu".
You yawning yet?
Zulita's Zionism ziplocked Zorro's zipper.
|The view from the balcony at sunset. (Photo by Patricia Spencer).|