Roast of Mark Jeffreys

Today’s denizens—cowbirds, goldfinches, House finches, chipping sparrows, and robins. Others of course, and others without names, Others with names this poem’s compositor Didn’t know.

It’s nice to have basic services.

On the number one. One. Nothing is one. Take a breath. One. Another breath. One. None of them the same. No two one Of anything completely distinct and identical Anywhere in our known universe

Left. Look what we did! Thin-shelled and raw eggs Of thoughts shot in nets Float down to the ground And bounce. No harm done.

Why are we here? Mark's wish - a roast... from us to him
Mark endorsed the questionable assumption that if one simply generates enough thousands of lines of varying text, something brilliant is bound to crop up eventually. This turns out to be painful to test. It takes an awful lot of slogging to find any remotely marvelous lines. An easier path is through the via negativa — if sublime lines are inevitable, so too must be absolute clonkers. Finding really bad lines in bad poems might give readers hope that, somewhere in this vast pile, good poems might exist. And locating bad lines is swifter. So find your candidates for the worst among Mark’s most awful poems and phrases. Offer them up in the form at the bottom of this page as your testimony to the possibility that hidden in this midden heap might be some remarkable poetry as well.

Explore Mark's Blogs for Clonkers Below

A Sleeping Bird

The Hermits Gossip

Disorder Lynotions

Ghosts of a Common Calendar

Refuse Ruin

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