Hello! And how are you lovely bloggity people today? Great, I hope. You are just in time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Because it's experimental performance artist and musician Laurie Anderson's birthday today, this week's feature is her 1981 song "O Superman" (watch video here). Enjoy.
When Electricity And Snakes Do Not Disagree
Please make Superman judge you as a father and my mother.
My father and mother? Do you want to be sure?
Hey baby. Now increase the page.
But the message is for your fun
Hello. It's your MOM.
You are there. At home.
Hello. Are my people in your House?
Well I don't know why, but how;
I have a message for you.
Plan to stay here Tuesday.
They will be ready.
I want to do something.
You, however, can happen when you pay.
You pay, and go bid the soldiers shoot.
"Good," I said. "Is this true?"
Fire, in this village.
United States aircraft.
And in North America,
using smoke and tobacco.
Generals have died with snow or rain, or black color.
Transbortions be planning future pleasure.
He said he might send them forth to preach again.
Teacher dies, or something.
He always needs a mandatory Japanese justice.
And when electricity and snakes do not disagree, then the third time I have arms obligations.
I love the sweet.
So I feel comfortable removing the arm.
Weapon: e-mail power child.
So I feel comfortable removing
military weapons, looted from behind.