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| I think I'd like to watch this documentary called Dirty Country. Larry Pierce's (the dude featured in the film) entire music career is based on writing country music with really dirty lyrics. According to a gentleman interviewed in the trailer, his key demographic is truckers. And, appropriately, a lot of his music is sold at truck stops.
Joe Pickett and Nick Prueher, who filmed the documentary, have also been writers for The Onion, The Colbert Report, The Late Show with David Letterman, and in recent years, have been setting up the Found Footage Festival (to watch a few clips, click here [the video titled "Video Dating" was sent in by David Cross]).
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| These are fun to write. If you are reading this, try writing a paradelle of your own, and show it to people. Here's the structure.
The Multidimensional Mothjob
Sometimes people ask me if I'm only in two dimensions.
Sometimes people ask me if I'm only in two dimensions.
Yes, but I have a girlfriend, and she's sexy.
Yes, but I have a girlfriend, and she's sexy.
I'm two people. She's already a yes girlfriend, but sometimes,
and only if I have sexy dimensions ask in me.
She contacted me when she saw how stupid my resume was.
She contacted me when she saw how stupid my resume was.
They weren't actually hiring, but she wanted to mock me.
They weren't actually hiring, but she wanted to mock me.
When she saw me, she was actually stupid, but they weren't.
How she contacted my resume, but hiring wanted to mock me.
We hit it off like two moths caught in a whirlwind.
We hit it off like two moths caught in a whirlwind.
That is, until she realized I acted like I was in more than one dimension.
That is, until she realized I acted like I was in more than one dimension.
Is two more than one? Whirlwind moths acted like a dimension.
I like that we realized she was caught off in it until I hit in.
I have a sexy girlfriend, yes, but she's stupid.
In mock dimensions, she is sometimes one dimension
and people actually like it. I'm already hiring moths
to ask me how that resume wanted only me, but she was more than I.
If two weren't realized in, was she hit like we acted?
My, when she caught two, I contacted until they saw me off in a whirlwind.
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| Here's another paradelle:
Some Stupid Kid Just Workin
The new frankfurters have arrived and they be poppin'.
The new frankfurters have arrived and they be poppin'.
Forget everything you knew about smelly ass cheese.
Forget everything you knew about smelly ass cheese.
Ass poppin' about, and they have new cheese frankfurters.
You knew everything smelly arrived. Be about the forget.
Look at that happiness. It swells like a new bag of cheese.
Look at that happiness. It swells like a new bag of cheese.
You know all juveniles want hot peppers.
You know all juveniles want hot peppers.
Know a hot happiness like you want that new bag
of juvenile swell cheese peppers. Look at it all!
You probably take life for granted, you child.
You probably take life for granted, you child.
Hot dogs and relish and cheese are inherently meaningful objects.
Hot dogs and relish and cheese are inherently meaningful objects.
Dogs inherently take hot life objects and probably relish you.
You are granted meaningful for cheese and child.
Look, the hot child dogs have smelly peppers.
New juveniles forget they are meaningful.
It arrived that you probably granted happiness
for a life bag of hot new ass, and everything.
You be about relish swells, and you knew all poppin' frankfurters want objects
like you know, and cheese inherently take cheese at cheese.
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| Billy Collins created a form of poetry called the paradelle, titling it like a French formal thing, akin to the villanelle.
My friend Andrew Donovan asked me to write one, and I became really excited. Here's what I came up with:
Truth on a Foggy Night
I lifted up my amber glass to the fucking night.
I lifted up my amber glass to the fucking night.
All at once, the black became light.
All at once, the black became light.
The night became amber to the glass.
At once, I lifted up all my fucking black light.
The earth showed its bullshit to me.
The earth showed its bullshit to me.
I sniffed the faint scent of cooked flesh.
I sniffed the faint scent of cooked flesh.
To me, the earth flesh cooked its scent.
I showed of the faint sniffed bullshit.
Without sunglasses, my eyes burst overwhelming.
Without sunglasses, my eyes burst overwhelming.
The meaning of the truth was my kneeling.
The meaning of the truth was my kneeling.
Meaning, my kneeling without the burst of truth
was the sunglasses overwhelming my eyes.
The fucking bullshit. I became overwhelming.
The night lifted its black light to me.
I showed my amber eyes, kneeling
to all the flesh of the earth without my sunglasses.
The scent of cooked glass was sniffed.
At once, my meaning burst up the faint truth.
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| Malcolm Gladwell gave a great talk at the TED Conference regarding the food industry and our perception of choice. He sites the paradigm-shifting research of Dr. Howard Moskowitz, who transformed the way we approach buying food, and even more, how we can approach data of large group opinion. Moskowitz rerouted much of the food industry away from trying to create the best of one product, to creating the best options of one product. There is a huge difference, and Gladwell describes it very well.
Here's the video.
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