Let rip

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 “Rip it up and start again, I said rip it up and start aah_gain!”

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 So nice of Edwyn Collins and Orange Juice,
To write a prescient song,
About my poetic inability!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 He must have taken a look at my footballing prowess at the time
And – maybe, just maybe – he thought:
There’s poetry in those boots
But that messy mind
Will never deliver
Coherent thought
To dippy digits
No quill, will ever nutmeg nouns
No biro, will ever volley a verb
No ballpoint, will ever tackle tanka
And no fountain pen, will ever flip-flap “flarf”





Originally a prank on the scam contest sponsored by the organization Poetry.com, the experimental poetry movement flarf has slowly assumed a serious position as a new kind of Internet-based poetic practice.

Known for its reliance on Google as a means of generating odd juxtapositions, surfaces, and grammatical inaccuracies, flarf also celebrates deliberately bad or “incorrect” poetry by forcing clichés, swear words, onomatopoeia, and other linguistic aberrations into poetic shape.

“Flarf” has been described as “a kind of corrosive, cute, or cloying awfulness. Wrong. Un-P.C. Out of control. ‘Not okay.’” Flarf poets collaborate on poems, revising and sometimes plagiarizing them in semi-public spaces such as blogs or webzines.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/let-rip/