Interesting... Is 'superman' a symbol in this poem, or is it a spontaneous poem about Superman?

Anyways, a tiny Autobiographic Poem.

                Tom
Funny, Creative, Intelligent, Friendly
Who likes to draw, to write, baked corn
Who feels tired, happy, annoyed
Who needs friendship, technology, ideas
Who gives ideas, friendship
Who fears drastic change
Who would like to see Africa, Europe, Asia
      Resident of my mind
            Singleton

;p

'In-gel-hez ass-inine-ments'

Oh, and I do know how to spell 'asinine.' I just wanted to type it like that for some reason, and I wanted to type the word, because I don't want assignments three days into the new semester...

Uh. How to explain this... Well, OK, look, a poem is:

Thoughts + Pre-Existing Words (+ some made-up ones or editing, if need be) + Technique + Style = Poem

A photograph is:

Thoughts + Pre-Existing Things and Places (+ some editing, if need be) + Technique + Style = Photograph

A found poem is a bit of both:

Pre-Existing Words (i.e. a pre-existing work of prose, poetry, advertising, overheard words, textbook excerpt or blog posts) + Thoughts (+ editing, but not necessarily: something can be reprinted verbatim and still called a found poem; + technique, but not necessarily + style, but not necessarily, for the same reason) = Found Poem

In other words, I can take "something" or even someone else's work (it's true!) and call it my own, i.e. "found poetry" or "found art." Contrary to claiming something as your own outright, however, which is plagiarism, found art is all about recontextualising...something, i.e. this girl's notes from philosophy/formal logic class have now perhaps become a social/gender criticism in my hands (with a tiny bit of formatting as well).

For another example of found poetry, see my poem "occupational hazards". I wanted to find an example of actually "found" prose that i could have claimed as my own - that I posted about earlier - but I can't find it at the moment and I have to go do stuff right now.

Read these Wikipedia aticles:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Found_art
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Found_poetry (This is a rather amusing one.)

Thus:

a) It is a found poem.
b) It is a spontaneous poem.
c) Superman is not a symbol.
d) Superman is a symbol.

Chew on this for a while. ;)

With regard to your poem: Man, this is nice shit! I love "Resident of my mind / Singleton"; it's very stylish - and the "Who..." parallelisms! You're a regular Allen Ginsberg or Walt Whitman, eh? Wonderful stuff: read this, man. you may yet become "the greatest mind of your generation," hehe. ;)

One (huge) suggestion (because I'm an asshole like that; forgive me): try breaking out of the guidelines that you seem to set for yourself; try something a bit different, like this:

autobiopo

tom
    who likes to draw to write to bake corn
    who feels tired disheveled happy
  who needs friendship ideas and technology
  who gives ideas and friendship
  who fears drastic change
  who wants to see africa asia and europe

tom
       funny
   creative
      intelligent
     friendly

  resident of my mind
             singleton

I'm taking you to the ostensible extremes for a reason here, man. Break out of the need to make conventional pauses in your reading. Enforce your rules on your audience. Play with capitalisation (or lack thereof), punctuation marks (or lack thereof), indentation, white space and line spacing. Man, this is great stuff; never stop writing.

P.S. I also love the "Ingles asininements," hehe. You rock, man. ;)

P.P.S. "Baked corn" or "bake corn"?

P.P.P.S. I have just recontextualised your poem; if I wanted to, I could say this is now a "found poem," hehehe. Ain't I great?

P.P.P.P.S. Holy shit! Someone just called my cell phone and said it was Canada Immigration "looking for an Iranian woman"; it turned out to be a wrong number. I swear to god, I think Jack Bauer is about to get me. ;)

baked corn... :) Some of the best food I have ever eaten. It's a dish, in a casserole dish. From the name it was given, you'd think you'd throw some cobs in the oven and call it baked.

I wanted to try and get three thing in that line, and food was on my mind at the time.

I'll try and find the video of Rumsfeld's 'Known Unknown' speech.

I fail at finding stuff... I have read that stuff, and I have a new poem, from today... Yay.

  creep
slowly crawl
  following
in distance
 watching
  never stopping
 walk, creep
 reap
   don't speak
only stalk
never talk
   ever silent
far or close
  watching
wreaking silent havoc
   creeping

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Watch out for the Canadian Bauer... He works for the 'counter immigration unit' in Canada.

Oh, and you spelled immigration incorrectly. Be more anal with yourself, maybe.

That's good to know. What, exactly, is a casserole, however? Mmm. Baked cobs of corn. AHAHAHA. Anyways, I found this interesting article on popcorn: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pop_corn "When you're eating popcorn, you're eating endosperm!" Bah. This is not as funny as "Wallcummings"...I guess I'm not a funny kind of guy. ;)

Ooh, new poem! Title it! Always title your poems, even if the title is "Untitled." Ahh, this is very nice. I see you avoided using punctuation by using line breaks and tabs; this really is excellent. One thing, though - consistency: the comma between "walk" and "creep" could be removed, methinks.

AHAHAHA, shit! You may be right! Look here, heh: Kiefer Sutherland is some sort of English-born Canadian, AHAHAHA. Ooh, he has seven names! Awesome!

Oh, god dammit! My own fucking spelling is going to drive me insane...I mean more insane than I already am, heh.

It is called 'Creep.' ;p

Oh, my... That's very interesting, Mike. I had no idea... ;p We should call him Fred, perhaps.

That's baked corn. Minus the green thingers.

Ooh. Nice title. AAAHAHAHA - "The name's Fred, Fred Bauer." Good one ;)

Eeewwwww; are those pickle slices in there?

I think... Those people that made it are weird. You cannot desecrate the almighty Baked Corn with pickles! It tasteth naaaaaaast-aaaay.

"I thought you were Bill..."

OK, OK, send me some by mail and then we'll talk.

P.S. Where is the quote from?

Me, when I forgot someones name.

I can give you a recipe.

I'm confused.

Nah, thanks; I don't...cook things. I eat them, however!

RE: Rumsfeld: I did find this little doozie on Google Video. ;)