Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

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Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Fixed Cross » Thu Dec 05, 2019 3:00 am

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The Norse gods Freyja and Loki flyte


Parodites writes:

Rap is a kind of byproduct of globalization and urbanization meeting up and producing a reactive defense to preserve social identity in the face of an increasingly sterilized world. That's why it is both a global thing, the most popular music that is listened to, but very insular at the same time. The internet has aided it in becoming that as well. In the future, rap should be sort of like; just a normal component of social interaction that everyone can and does do. The vikings had this ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits that they did; the Buddhists have this thing I mentioned before- Dharmic combat, where they engage in a metaphor filled, kind of battle of wits over the correct understanding of the nature of the Dharma, etc. I'm going to go again. Maximizing punchlines.


My bladder's ill, I piss myself and I I scatter-pills 
all over my pillows like /  daffa-dills/// or clovers and caterpill-ar-s,///
spew half a dozen oxies/ and clean them up off the floor, weeze /
with my crusty socks, grease    // / the porn and my mattress mildew; ///
Combative skills dude, /allergies/ worse than anaphyl/{axis, reluct}ant 
but / still climbing trees, forgot my profile-passwords and prophylactics
the profile's backwards, I didn't ask to get sucked off anyway just eat my ass-bitch;
blood flushed and I'm, / still inching my way up, with {acid reflux/}
under the covers with /nyquil/ about to sneeze,   [first symptom of opiate withdraw]
withdrawing/ but every inch of the way up, itching every inch of the way up,      [withdraw, as in go backward. Inch up, forward.]
bugging out and I'm about to freeze,
dreaming, I'm a / butterfly while I'm /falling/ 
asleep in the clouds, bubbly, about to be passing the fuck up, not out. 
Not out. Fuck: up, the direction; I fuck up and nod out. 
But passing the fuck up cuz I'm a fuck up 
with less romantic /commitments/
than a panda-climbs and fucks /up on some bam-boobs if there's witnesses, 
and gets bam-boozled;                           [bamboo, boobs, unaroused; pandas are known to not reproduce with people around]
unenticed because limp's all a bitch-gets, or like the lice with my shampoo:
program you panto-mimes, / insip-id, so close like a clam-do: 
like I-can Sam is all that you Tu-can do,          [I am sam. Tucan Sam.]
mute like some fuck-wits, turn the channel, I don't fuck-with
pressing buttons like there's any chance you stand, try/ it's remote.
I build gates just so I can burn Bridges     [Bill Gates]
Apple of my eye but this doesn't concern bitches:   [Apple, microsoft, etc.]
I wield-hate and I can confirm illness;
you're about to see what lewd bout's to be like Jeff Bridges;
Waiting for that glass-roof  to fall, raw-dogging in a bathroom stall. 
Want a movement? Chew on some grassroots;
but fiber's all I'm talking a-bowel so I just hope that your ass-toots. [astute]
Twisted up syllables, playing twister in living rooms
torn-ade-o on torn-pages-though there's too many to count:            [tornado, twister]
I shoo-lines away like they were designer                         [shoo-lines of writing away since there's too many, but designer shoe lines]
tie them in shoe-laces till' they're tripped up and stumble about //
taking you to the race-it's [races] just a groove, so drag on a'head   [stumble-drag ahead]
patience, here's a sine, wave if you can see through this bag on your head,            [racist; stumble, race; sine-wave] 
flip the lights off like the thoughts in your head / or like you don't know what the fucking's about:   
[fuck it's about; confusing schemes, etc.  Can't see the "sign-wave" with the lights off.]
like a blind rapist raping a mute.  [don't know what the "fucking's" about, sex]
And even if my mind-is equated it's subtracting you too. 
[mind-is, minus; equated, equalled; minus/plus=zero]
[program-mute-channel, like a TV remote]
Maybe an eh or an ew,  what the fuck you about
cuz' nothing you say is worth an ooh or an ahh:    [A-e-i-o-u; ooh/ahh as in praise]
but just to help you keep a hold of your vowels, [bowels]
I'll drop my pants and take a shit in your palm. 
Dump on you, steampunk and then leer at ya'
short and stout, but you're technologically inferior;
/ out of place, so get mad, pout about it and steam, punk;
peer-less, app-ears I'm top-tier on the tier-list, [tier-list, tear as in rip]
if I'm-not I'll just tear-lists and pop-pills on the pier,-bitch
because there's no-pier that can top,-this; drop-bills 
like /sea-gulls/ and stomp-fish but it's-not/ finished, like /se-quels;
 I don't /bench-shit, I just take bench-shits, homeless on beach-es;
whoever can stand tall, belief-struck thinking you're higher than I am-nesia [needs ta; higher, as in drugs-amnesias] 
/ forget about it, like grand mall seizures.
/ Dis-comfited like this-comes fitted with uncomfortable sneakers. [stand tall]
[seagulls, the pier. Seagulls, bills. Like bird bills. Bench like on the pier, where seagulls land and eat food that people don''t finsih.. But bench as in benching something, saving it for later. Not finished, not benching anything.]
(teacup steaming, steampunk steam as in angry, short and stout as in weak, punk as in childish.
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Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Fixed Cross » Thu Dec 05, 2019 3:20 am

to follow this up sucks, roll up in a ball, shucks its all just luck or you're fucked and thats whats up, the size cup of the bride buys some love in a truck
brother I fought for a dollar with no collar, high rollers and big ballers around me with malice all callous, try get me jealous but I relish all the elements of this thriller
tampons and feng shui and palaces up in her, relics of a dinner to remember, gold member, preserve blood like amber, pander to no delicate reconnaissance but smash and bang her like an orang-utan just back from Irak and Afghanistan commanding attacks on the Taliban. Im Bellicose, battle plan, fanatic Anakin.
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Re: Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Fixed Cross » Thu Dec 05, 2019 4:46 am

P:

Also I recalled what the Norse called their poetic battles:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flyting

Feel like going again:

Flip the script like I sell my prescriptions. But I still got no money cuz' I have an addiction. [Flip-script: change it up. But flipping, like selling.]
Get a Jewish scribe or two,/ an Aryan whose eyes are blue,/ and grab a monkey at the zoo/
to circum-scribe the mystery and // add it to your head: //
a jist of the list of things that piss me off and // I-don't-get, //
like /art deco./ Like, like: like that fuckin' car-gecko. I'll Park-and-Wreck you [the popular TV show]
just for some Recreation; /that's a start, but I-won't-let-you / get my engine to start, /
so close the application/ like I'm not up-dated and take it to heart:
don't forget it like side-chicks, psy-chic I'll read your mind like a brain had a fart: [Brainfart/forget. Forget like a side-chick. Psychic: Brain from "afar", Psychic.]
/I'm arch-aic./ Like Adam and Eve be foreskin, the Ark, or all the gay-shit. [before sin/be foreskin]]
You can't touch me, I sub in verses for guys, / in
a // subversive disguise,/ so avert-your-eyes and get-splintered://
I give a fuck about no big-picture,// and I got no more conscience,
besides; // justice is-blind,-men: / get led by the one-eyed-men
they //trusted-to-guide-them.// I'm con-figured;
so I cover my eyes and pull my hood up:
I re-purpose-rhymes, uncircumcised but they all have a purpose: [hoodup/foreskin having no purpose, circumcise]
that goes back to the first line, then:
I'm ready to give you a // canned-response. //
and why wood in eye? is about the only// answer-that-I-got. //
[Why wouldn't eye? Splinter in the eye, the Bible verse]
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Re: Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Fixed Cross » Thu Dec 05, 2019 11:07 pm

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Wainamoinen, the Finnish poet-god.


P:

You want my two-cents, I'll smash you over the head with a 40-ounce n' take your quarters.
Cuz' the only currency I currently get has to be smuggled through boarders.                  [40ounce, liquor; but weighing drugs.]

I'm a centrist, not trying to lean up off-fence-s.   [offensive]
So I stand in the middle-of-the-road during a protest,                       [middle of the road, like the idiom for between extremes. But also a literal road.]
and I'm ready to-throw-bets: I'm first, so Texas-holdem in choke-holds and fold'em
until they need rods in their knees-king, and can't ride on their go-flex: roll-ex.  [Rodney King,roll-next]
Cuz' I'm bored and just wanna see someone die, from either side; 
protester or police, anarchists, arsonists or black-pride; in fact I'd be placing money on black-lives 
but I roll-red like roul-ette and stack aces-to-fives.  [ace-5; poker term for lowballing]
But I'm routing for both sides, like it don't really matter: so don't accuse me of stirring the pot,-when
I can just cut the beef with a pair of snake-eyes and walk away with my loss-es.  [beef-conflict/snake eyes-steak knives] 
Or go ahead and squeeze this through the grape-vine if you wanna go-sip it and gossip:
talk is cheap, so like cheap wine you might as well get pissed off it.

Call a Kindergarten Cop cuz' Imma' bout to go back-to-school with an attitude.
I've got a headache and it's not-a-tumor. But I wish it was. 
Arrhythmical like an arrhythmia and my hypoglycemia's been acting up. 
Wait, back it up: I forgot to say I'll put you through more tests than a litmus does.
Cuz' it rhymes with 'I wish wish it was'. But I'm fucked up, its Christmas, but
I already lit-this-tree, and I ain't putting it out till' they're admitting-me and not to a fitness-club. 
Hey yo:
I jerked off in a cup and forgot about it. Found it a week later and picked the dead bugs up out it.
I couldn't tell if it was sour mayonnaise or / cottage cheese. 
Spit in a petri dish with my manglaze and it's so rotten that /nothing-breeds; 
my mouth is a horror film, I need a dentist, / or-a-jel.    [orajel]
Plus I got a corrosive film, and I proly'-smell.
I'm a remorseless-freak and proly' goin-to-hell, / or-a-jail.
So let's see if you still kiss and tell by non-consensual means
like making sense out of a whore's brain, like: what does non-consensual mean.
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Re: Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Aegean » Thu Dec 05, 2019 11:19 pm

So much prose and poetics...imitating 'you know who"...but you are not him, no matter how desperately you try, and he is not what you've made him out to be. He is no propet or god.
I am your reality check...your way out of your self-imposed insanity.

I know those morons buy into this cRAP, but I am not one of them.
I am something different.
I know what you are and what you do, and why you do it.
I know what Value Ontology truly means.

I am the father you never had.
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Re: Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Pedro I Rengel » Thu Dec 05, 2019 11:30 pm

Holy moses
Here goes the bose test of the mostest ghostest
Yes Goten gotenks into go-ten roses
Hoses
Up inmy garden where I stack them hoes best
lest
You imagine you had a chance
Let's take it back to the thing about orangutans
I'm a simple man
But I got math heads like meth-mead and death bread
Inculcated in the seth-head, sythead mythead Jesus it's like a missead (like missheard, in texas with a brain mass)
I break mass, and breakfeast on the head's mast, at last
go fast I go blast like last time
Except I gotta bass made of brass (took me 10 years to realize that didn't spell bahs)
Oh bras, i got bad news for you like go-nads in a goat's past
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Re: Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Fixed Cross » Sat Dec 07, 2019 7:07 am



Translation from Nederlands into English of the song "Ontmoeting met de Duivel" by Ceremoniemeester Puin, 1997

An Encounter With The Devil

I sat reading once
Then knocking was heard
I put my book down and stood up
I opened the door and Satan looked at me
I said don’t keep standing there in the rain
Come inside, take a seat at the fireplace
Dry your goat feet and warm your tail
Have a cup of tea and rest some
But if you are after my soul Ill show you the door
He took a seat and said with glimmering eyes
It is friendly of you that I may dry myself for a while
Thats not what I am used to from humans
Im used to them running when they recognize me
But you know what I am capable of
And you know that I am evil through and through
Why have you let me in?
I said oh I can hate nor fear you
Because you lead no enviable existence
And you have never harmed me personally
So I blame you for nothing. You’re now my guest
But I warn you, don’t be a burden on me
Because you will never see my soul
He shrugged and said, ah maybe youre right
But still, why would you trust me?
And why would you keep me in your home?
Because in spite of all bravery and stubbornness
My presence always leads to regret and pain
Why would you risk that?
Because I can not guarantee that I will not try with you
To take possession of your soul
I don’t want to threaten you
But I also don’t want to withhold from you the truth
That your soul is after all the reason I am here
I said of this I am aware, because I know you
And I really don’t trust you, don’t worry
The Devil felt sufficiently rested
To go back on the road. He put on his coat
And stood up on his goat feet.
He stepped outside, waving his tail
The weather had completely cleared up
The Devil said, before I go, I want to as you one last thing
How did you think you were going to chase me off?
I said, just did. Farewell.
And thereupon, the Devil has left.
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Re: Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Fixed Cross » Sat Dec 07, 2019 6:12 pm

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A-ledge-dly,/ God knows the number of every sparrow / in the sky;
walk you to the preci-pice,/ 
hone your vision but keep it narrow/ without going blind;
otherwise no medd-l-ing/ with lines; / 
shut up and just "listen" and keep your "ear to the // grind, / stone":
I'm-known// for impossible odds and / conquering obstacles,
giftedly spittin' when nothing is written, like / apocryphal prophets do
remiss to be bitchin but I hope the words they aren't lost on you:             [the Word, apocryphal, prophets]
I'm like patients with leprosy // and a bad cough, 
doing crossword puzzles;                                                                       ['patience', crossword puzzle]
assailingly step to me // and like an atheist who jacks off
I'm taking your breath  away// just to see you inhale on your last-words.
[inhale, in hell. breath away; exasperated after jacking off.]
Watch with your cross-words, I'm disgruntled like a possessive noun that /// demand's verb;
/ serial abuser with // apo-strophe--exes,//  / leavin' you computing // with iso-metrics // 
like a treadmill running you in circles just to get to the same place if you don't /// stack work.
Put you in "asterisks",/ you're an "omission" and not worth a period; like an accident/al pregnancy.
Giving you an ass to kiss/ an "abridgment" between "semi colons", two buns, and an open sesame
fuckin' sandwiched between two " pair of dots" going in hard with Turkey or some (Ham)as // on pastrami,//   [Ham + pastrami is a sin. A "Paradox", pair of dots, semicolon.]
and disturbing the peace over lunch meats.
[Possessive, like over someone. Abusing apostrophe: S's/exes. Demands verb, demands more than talk, ie. action. Computing isometries: the math term, hence "just to get to the same place", playing on treadmill: but the exercise too, which is meant to help maintain but not gain strength, hence 'if you don't stack work'.]
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Re: Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Fixed Cross » Sat Dec 07, 2019 6:47 pm

My brain turns like steel in a furnace I forge destinys' meal
every day
I dont sit still
except if I sit still
then I sit still
like granite
cut off the chords of the puppet and throw the masks in the toilet and flush
turn around see an angel of Satan I made it blush
Now I look in the mirror see a killer
my eyes rip apart every silly thing your will has been building
with a mere silent smile I tear down the highest flying giants in town
insane like a clown on praying mantice head, I dont feign sentiments
of penitence to get my presence recognized or get presents from Santaclause
Im a menace to the palace of order, challenge a dinosaur to who can growl harder
take a shit in Eden under a tree to fertilize it with my genes
No pristine game plan
just an iron will harder than the iron that hit Tayvon
Theyve tried saving me,
that hope is now fading
I gave em truth
now their bathing in it
I make men realize their violence
while drinking ice teas and Heinekens
Even in the faze of napalm I stay calm without trying
Im the mind that lies behind the facepalm
of the bronze thinker
first I had me a couple of staunch winters
up north loading buckshots
putting down uprisings of uppity fucktarts
Im up over their heads like a jumpshot
in your face like a cumshot
no bukkake,
I dont tend to share my catch if its fine like sushi and hot like hot sake
hot damn,
Im Gods saga
I plot sagas,
rise like Hot Rod in Transformers to Prime Status
The Creation matrix in my chest cause Im my nations best
patriot games created in my cranium played in my name put fate to the test
I aced a test I took for a quest as I faced the best
now the rest is history,
Im a mystery
you kiss my ring
to look upon my face and get the gist of it
blisters on your knees from the kneeling
bitches in blistering heat,
cause I sweat feelings
I breed demons and break em like race horses
Out of my mates I make sorcerers
I got an army of blacksmiths across the worlds forges
forging swords and other weapons
metal skeletons armed to the steel tendons
still friendly, I walked the Earth like Jules after Pulp
then steal a Bentley
Drive off into the sunset,
heading back west
real gently.
Vegas candy on her knees
first lady, second object
as soon as she discerns the prospects
she begins to slobber
the anticipation nearly breaks her water
but I cant be bothered
Im the all father
of all marauders
ride unsaddled
leave tribes unsettled
wives disheveled
silently feeling heavenly
as sons ride out to find the predator
battle ready for armaggeddon
thats how I get em,
how I get to men
rile em up without precedent to anger them
set em up to topple presidents.
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Re: Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Pedro I Rengel » Sat Dec 07, 2019 10:04 pm

I just rapped it.

My body was bathed in spit by the end.

This was the beat.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eY7KXkTj2oI
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Postby Fixed Cross » Sat Dec 07, 2019 11:41 pm

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Re: Ritual poetic-exchange slash battle of wits

Postby Fixed Cross » Sun Dec 08, 2019 7:51 am

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A-ledge-dly,/ God knows the number of every sparrow / in the sky;
walk you to the preci-pice,/
hone your vision but keep it narrow/ without going blind;
re-apparel otherwise no medd-l-ing/ with lines; /
"listen", no need to be hostile if you just keep your "ear to the // grind, / stone":
I'm-known// for impossible odds and / conquering obstacles,
giftedly spittin' when nothing is written, like / apocryphal prophets do
remiss to be bitchin but I hope the words they aren't lost on you: 1
I'm like patients with leprosy // and a bad cough,
doing crossword puzzles; 2
assailingly step to me // and like an atheist who jacks off
I'm taking your breath away// just to see you inhale on your last-words. 3
Watch with your cross-words, I'm disgruntled like a possessive noun that /// demand's verb; 4
/ serial abuser with // apo-strophe--exes,// / leavin' you computing // with iso-metrics //
like a treadmill running you in circles just to get to the same place if you don't /// stack work.
Put you in "asterisks",/ you're an "omission" and not worth a period; like an accident/al pregnancy.
Giving you an ass to kiss,/ an "abridgment" between "semi colons", two buns, and an open sesame 5
rearrange you like an Indian wedding, fuckin' sandwiched between two " pair of dots" ///
famished vagabond in a pair of crocs ///
brandishing MAGA like you may Mari-nott, ///
going in hard with Turkey or some (Ham)as /// on pastrami;// I'm fairly-odd, ///
disturbing the peace over lunch meats.








1 the Word, apocryphal, prophets
2 'patience', patients; crossword puzzle
3 Inhale, in hell.
4 Possessive, like over someone. Abusing apostrophe: S's/exes. Demands verb, demands more than talk, ie. action. Computing isometries: the math term, hence "just to get to the same place", playing on treadmill: but the exercise too, which is meant to help maintain but not gain strength, hence 'if you don't stack work'.]
5 Ham + pastrami is a sin. A "Paradox", pair of dots, semicolon.
6 Mariot the hotel-- marry not, arranged marriages.
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