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119
by Peter Wilson

Number of episodes: 10
Words of previous episode revealed to each author: all of story


listening to mirage,
people haze around the edges,
my peripheral view.

time travel through will power,
again Christopher Reeve pops up
in my life chain

must mean something,
point towards something,
all these dreams.

i wonder on the subway
does electromagnetic power,
the energy used to produce motion
somehow induct our souls,

an empty transport
in a thousand years time
will still have bits, ghostings
of people etched into steel,

parts of memory scattered everywhere
a montage of work, brain waves
stored somehow
as thin remembrances
in inert matter

like an old 45'
slow static worn grooves
into layers of time,
so the body, the train,
the walls remember
organic passengers
earth born hosts of heaven, made to unwind.


* What follows is are randomised versions of the above poem.

**Thanks to Paul Garner for providing the computer software and space for this project.



Random line mix, one.

so the body, the train
earth born hosts of heaven, made to unwind
parts of memory scattered everywhere
a montage of work, brain waves
all these dreams
listening to mirage
like an old 45'
slow static worn grooves
in a thousand years time
somehow induct our souls
of people etched into steel
in my life chain
the energy used to produce motion
i wonder on the subway
my peripheral view
again Christopher Reeve pops up
people haze around the edges
an empty transport
time travel through will power
must mean something
will still have bits, ghostings
point towards something
the walls remember
stored somehow
as thin remembrances
does electro-magnetic power,
organic passengers
into layers of time
in inert matter


Random line mix, two.

listening to mirage
in inert matter
the walls remember
stored somehow
earth born hosts of heaven, made to unwind
parts of memory everywhere
or people etched into steel
must mean something
into layers of time
my peripheral view
a montage of work, brain waves
as thin remembrances
the energy used to produce motion
again Christopher Reeve pops up
does electro-magnetic power,
people haze around the edges
like an old 45'
in my life chain
i wonder on the subway
slow static worn grooves
somehow induct our souls
time travel through will power
point towards something
so the body, the train
organic passengers
an empty transport
all these dreams
will still have bits, ghostings
in a thousand years time

Random line mix, three.

listening to mirage
in inert matter
stored somehow
my peripheral view
all these dreams
will still have bits, ghostings
organic passengers
people haze around the edges
must mean something
time travel through will power
in a thousand years time
earth born hosts of heaven, made to unwind
of people etched into steel
somehow induct our souls
the energy used to produce motion
in my life chain
i wonder on the subway
point towards something
into layers of time
again Christopher Reeve pops up
does electro-magnetic power,
like an old 45'
a montage of work, brain waves
slow static worn grooves
the walls remember Random line mix, four.

so the body, the train
somehow induct our souls
like an old 45'
an empty transport
i wonder on the subway
parts of memory scattered everywhere
as thin remembrances
stored somehow
of people etched into steel
the energy used to produce motion
a montage of work, brain waves
slow static worn grooves
my peripheral view
organic passengers
into layers of time
in inert matter
does electro-magnetic power,
the walls remember
earth born hosts of heaven, made to unwind
time travel through will power
point towards something
will still have bits, ghostings
people haze around the edges
listening to mirage
in a thousand years time
in my life chain
all these dreams
must mean something
again Christopher Reeve pops up


*** The following word mixes of 119 have been left as is. Although a reader can quickly spot the grammar and sense errors, I think that to fix them would detract from the original word experiment. Some of the recombinations are quite striking.


Word mix, one.

pops remember hosts
earth stored as grooves around
montage static
steel must to the on
parts the walls heaven, produce
something everywhere mirage i
time to of
wonder transport to
etched will inert
born empty point thin in
people energy body,
made does organic the years unwind
remembrances the somehow train
used a subway
peripheral into somehow memory Reeve
again of chain in up
so passengers the bits, in of
layers ghostings my into motion
worn as waves dreams of a
scattered of
brain people time
mean power work,
matter old these like
haze 45' slow a
all induct listening electro-magnetic
edges our will time have
my view something
thousand power,
souls through travel the towards life Christopher



Word mix, two.

body, the train
unwind subway through remember hosts
the as again
chain towards the point
of organic heaven, listening walls
etched time all to
have matter of
my a made
passengers ghostings the
montage born pops bits, to
old stored
transport earth inert 45' work, i
something somehow static thin
time into mean
mirage slow somehow of the
everywhere energy the layers view
must into people something parts brain
like still Christopher remembrances so
waves steel a Reeve in a
grooves memory
haze edges around
induct in worn
time up travel scattered
life of in wonder
people peripheral will power,
power my years electro-magnetic dreams
our on used
these souls
will thousand an empty to produce motion

Word mix, three.

so power, pops
somehow ghostings around an used
train something i
the years hosts on the
wonder organic the peripheral slow
these bits, body, static
listening of chain
induct motion will
in Reeve up
of to of the must
Christopher memory to
does my waves 45' again remember
energy thousand produce of
people electro-magnetic life
into view to something subway
passengers stored mirage the dreams
have a transport etched parts scattered
in empty earth born power
still steel time souls my into
will through
work, our walls
travel time old
everywhere layers all of
haze mean towards edges
people like point grooves
made montage unwind a heaven,
the a brain
thin time
worn somehow as inert matter in remembrances .


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