London Dada’s belated contribution to national poetry day

Chaspering within a tired bong

Partridges flock to old barons of tulip wandering seagulls.
Chase phrase iron trousers embolden a sighing mouse.
Folded moles grace staplers with an iridescent mumbling,
and behind the poster of Die Hard II, Steven Segal is seen to rise.

Over the lion and out, he is gone!

Purring like a vaporised version of Kenny Dalglish,
the errant marble Jupiter of an old toaster sets forth upon a side lapel.
Segal takes his step and burns dictionaries inside a new folded marzipan otter.
Falcons marvel at his reclining image as it corduroys faster, slower, faster.

Time, like an apple, clocks the disguised form of LL Cool J.

Hektor Hamulec


NEW DADA Work 269, A Hamulec Trilogy, posted

Old Moore’s Armeniac Trilogy
Copyright by Hektor Hamulec, 2007
(Click through on the images twice to read the full size views.)

What doth the future beholde for you? In this, a work of three parts, the Great Sage, Sir Armeniac of Moore hath betolde the futyre and reslendent in his breeme hath done perkaekan this place to fine it a home.” – Hektor Hamulec

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HH’s blog of magnifico resplendent ramblings, the like of which is guaranteed to reel your head innards in an anywhich DADA way direction.

If you’re tired of poring tiresome plain old English, Hektor’s dappled world of Dada’esque palomino chevalry will transport your mind into a magical realm of beautifil delerium without the involement of any chemical toxicity whatso the ever.

Quite the tonic for a January storm and misery-lashed little island.

( By gum I enjoyed writing that!)