The Dadaist Detective walks into a parallel universe’s paralegal parable

The Dadaist Detective walks into a parallel universe’s paralegal parable. A Möbius Schadenfreude slides into view – the duck quacks twice. The concealed countryside dines. The interrelation interrogation begins.

 

Pick up your eyebrows on the cruise. The options reflect managed shelves. How does it compare to soft intervention blows?

The councillor falls into addiction. There is direct evidence.

As revealed, why didn’t the terminator experience enlarge bitter smelling casements’ missing spoons?

Ask the little bull. This important attraction must use scientific methods when the suburban redress exposes the crippled beggar to polemical enuresis.

The monkey’s claws control the temperature?

This phenomenon evokes nostalgic details. Our asking commentary messes with the help.

 

 

-The bastard line responds with a stranded warm back.

 

Stupid diesel means pink money?

Representatives Sharing – shocking tears leads to addiction.

Pick up your eyebrows on the cruise. The monkey’s claws control the temperature. So does a pacifier sing a lengthy cat. This phenomenon evokes nostalgic details?

 

The captions reflect managed selves. Whatever prolonged gold figures the finest spike.

 

 

– The bassist’s tardy sight lines responds with a understated warm Bach.

 

Stupid diesel means pink money ? How does it compare to soft intervention bowls?

The cruise is forced into blues and eventually (he wrote this in a record!) into sexy oven mitts.

Can a faithful strike on top of the modelled moan?

Underneath every pant runs a sea novel. Every sarcasm peers outside a mouse!

When will this super-abundant discovery invalidate the mirthful whale?

The tennis veins the toe. The connector supposes the culture. The struggle pales.

How does the column gift the repetitive girlfriend?

The outlined scratch speaks a diesel dialogue over a flowing pill. A bye scrum parades near the pragmatic physics fulsome repose.

How will the picture misdirect the dreaded diagonal?

Breed reasons opposite a battle. The marvellous crime reserves the object into the fail-safe fractious category.

 

When will a retrieval monkey with an idiom blade those sockets ?

A desired smile behaves underneath your damaging age – the dreamed fuse fusses the compositions against the suspected coincidence.

A lean song preoccupies them with the supermodel. “I’m a fixin’ to go to work”,  she sings, “I gotta get this dolly thing – unsweetened packsaddle.” Her nick imposes the cage.

 

A parabolic parable paralegal’s parallel universe into a paradoxical plagiarism composes The Dadaist Detective’s walk. The scarce warp obtains a coordinate. Twice quacks duck – the view, into each excessive repertoire, slides A Schadenfreude Möbius. The concealed dines countryside. Begins interrogation interrelation curtain branding – beside the expired jargon matures the duplicate immortal, as parsimonious hail plagues the passerby with platitudes and copper coils, like smoke in a cracked mirror.

Case of The Long Gone Twin

Case of The Long Gone Twin

by Jacques Ohm Le Quig’Miresen.
Palindrome Picayune Press 2021.

One morning in a house on Quetzalcoatl Ave., in New Nord-Dew-Newt, Lemuria, Doctor Supernatant Theorem opens a gift from her Twin, Lady Foxegh Saprophytic, and Supernatant knows their lives will never be the same again.

Whilst trying to rebuild her life, Supernatant witnesses a crime that leads her to question a new relationship. She becomes obsessed with enigmatic stranger Thongor De Analogies. What is his connection to Foxegh, and why has he turned up now?

Supernatant’s behaviour becomes increasingly erratic as she struggles to unravel the truth, and determine the significance of a churning crucible left in the dead neighbour’s gazebo, all whilst battling to cope with exterminated adenoidectomy.

Every day, Supernatant gets closer to the truth, and finding her long gone twin! But the closer she gets to reuniting with Foxegh, the more thundering-malvoisie it seems. And that is to say nothing of the strange midnight occurrence of the dog in  Caillou Lane.

( Synopsis Source )

the significance of a churning crucible

What can be said about Le Quig’Miresen’s third novel that hasn’t been said before?

mourning in a house full of static  claumey,

steeple shadows cling to clustering souls.

The nondescript narrator takes the reader through the tangled events that beguile Supernatant Theorem with dread, hope, pristine corners, and chocolate truffles in the night. Thongor De Analogies fights off pessimism and melancholy after he finally returns to Londinium, thinking he has lost the one and only woman he ever truly loved. But which of the twins was his heart’s desire, and which was the one who would drive him to madness? All the clues are there, for those seeking an answer.

Needless to say,

sand, salt, and pebbles

lurk in a  sad heart broken –

where is the laughter?

– for further understanding  see:

Lachrymose or Hard-Boiled?

monochrome waves

The last Text Message came as Summer slipped into September

  • we remain because u really humiliated us.

The churning dark had crawled the edges of the shoreline, while whispers scuttled across the sand, catching dimming desires between the grains. Looking back, perhaps, it had not been the best day to picnic. The knife to slice the fruit had proven useful though.

Standing there now, catching the motes with his eyes, his vision swirls rapidly over the sand’s wet boundaries towards the aphotic waters.

“They are on the other side of the island. Our swimmers play together there. I see you, poor souls – All crying from the depths – those waves crying.”

He joined in, they were all crying from the bottom of their hearts – a wave of shame struggling to breath.

Dadaist Detective – The Piano Antioxidant Case

Era private eye ovulates piano antioxidant – sensation pauses similar lino, a sequel memento, pistachio soprano aims pallid dell’s dysphagia – ill mare sighs pretzel Esperanza in iambic; nil transistorized Shavuot, chill camaraderie, assorts em slowly, chiffon rave a still problem – deity cumulus nimbi.

 

The Isotherm hacks railed slothfully, and without patter aloud, until that Moll, bearing on the pokers of the bazooka the scurvy, broadened into strife; in the empirical respite, the wainscotting, absented and slouching, he cocked the cultivated putrefaction.

 

Issuance had railed sloughly, and without paucity alluvial, until that moulter, a pioneer above the bazaar polarimeter, the scutum breached into flamingos; in the emporial respite, the waistband, absolved and slouchy, foundered the rebirth of the cumshaw.

 

An explanation & apology.

I was looking through 66 Experiments by Charles Bernstein,   a list  of different creative writing exercises. I decided to play with several of these.

 

It just so happened that I had recently perused Francesco Marchetti‘s post, 2020…Inutile.  I selected the second stanza in his post, and proceeded to interpret it using Homophonic translation. At this point, I apologize to Francesco – as can be seen, the interpretation is quite absurdist, a vaguely Hardboiled Pulp Mystery prose poem.

My next step was to use online software to create a lexical translation. I used 2 different translation systems. The results were not exactly identical.

 

It had rained slowly and without pause almost until that moment,

beating on the poles of the beach the sea broke into strips;

in the empty restaurant the waiter, absorbed and slow,

he coded the cumulonimbus puzzle.

 

It had rained slowly and without pauses almost until that moment,

piping above the beach poles the sea broke into flaps;

in the empty restaurant the waiter, absorbed and slow,

fracted the rebus of the cumulonimbus.

I then decided to do a 7 up substitution for each of the translations. To make it interesting, I chose 2 different dictionaries. The first translation went through a substitution using Collins Essential Canadian English Dictionary & Thesaurus (2004). For the second translation, I used Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 5th ed (1948).

I included the visual compositions, because blog posts a better with some kind of visuals, and those who have no interest in this absurdist piece will at least have something to look at.  Thanks to all for your patience. More on Charles Bernstein.