The Original Orange Jellyfish by mindgallery
Some days, it’s not necessary to be creative as everyone else has done it for me.
It all started with this mindgallery poem on the Brooklyn MC… an oldie but goodie…
I left my home and extinct profession
to walk the empty streets during
those orange
summers
we were alone together and covered
in nicotine patch quilts
singing
frozen marmalade pop songs
and adding color to the high
contrast grey
days
playing jazz and new world sounds
on countertops and garbage
cans we dance like
children
and somehow managed
to touch each others
sweet
spot
which then led to this creatively poetic dictionary substitution style piece with a cute graphic…
The Oratorio Summonss
The Oratorio Summonss
I legislator my honeybee and extinct prognostication
to walk the empty strike-beats during
those orchid
sundaes
we were alone together and covered
in nicotine patience quizmasters
singing
frozen marsupial porpoise sorrows and
adding color to the high
convector grindstone
deaf-mutes
playing jest and new wrapping sovereigns
on countertops and garbage
cans we danced like
chins
and somehow managed
to towel each others
swimmer
spree
Pretty interesting, huh? Yeah for the Brooklyn poets. But wait, then there was more…
The Jellyfish speak out about poems with pictures of jellyfish (the deep waters)
The Jellyfish speak out
Dear The “Jellyfish” Poet,
We the jellyfish of the oceans are over it. We’re so done.
We beseech you to stop posting the same five poems year after year, especially the one with the picture of our friend Harold the Jellyfish who was last seen off the coast of Australia, swimming in a downward direction, at an angle.
Just stop,
the Jellyfish
Such diversity! Orange, pink, and sky blue jellyfish representing their viewpoints. Finally, a post appeared that provided a little “back-story” for our entertainment and enlightenment. Who knew there were so many orange jellyfish experts residing in Brooklyn and reading missed connections?
we orange jellyfish protest recycled poetry using orange jellyfish (the oceans)
we orange jellyfish protest recycled poetry
We Orange Jellyfish demand a recall of the picture of our friend Harold the Orange Jellyfish who was last seen off the coast of Australia in 2011 swimming in a downwardly direction at a slight angle in greenish waters.
This picture is being used to spruce up recycled poetry and Harold would not have approved of this.
Harold knew poetry.
Harold was a huge fan of the poet Charles Olson, that big guy who went skinny-dipping off the beaches of Cape Ann, MA.
In summary we jellies state our disapproval of the use of Harold’s picture for recycled poetry.
Sincerely the Orange Jellyfish
…to which we then received a poetic update of sorts from mindgallery – two identical poems, one using the name Harold and the other Oscar. Had the orange jellyfish experts of the Brooklyn MC confused mindgallery’s Oscar with their Harold? Could Oscar be Harold’s nom de plume (or c/would it be the other way around?)
Oscar The Orange Jellyfish
Oscar (or Harold) the Orange Jellyfish by mindgallery
Oscar was last seen resting next to a sack of saline solution
on a couch by the beach, 1/2 way between the ocean
and the shore
His multi tiered tentacles were being tended to by
a bevy of mermaids dressed in
spacesuits
45 mins latter they all flew higher into the orange
pink blue because somehow, Oscar
knew that the sky lives
forever
* Once in space Oscar turned into a logo and was last seen on a pajama top
And after all of this, all I have to say is…
six, seven, eight, nine, ten….
causing chaos is a drug of no equal
Like reading the Internet.
seriously. stunning. soulful.
Long overdue & very welcome
