Some might say a spitball is not a silk purse. This is true, however I’m a sentimental beast and a spitball never fails to trigger fond high school memories of halcyon days in the classroom… boys called Dale, Darren, or Damian masticating their human biology books, and flicking their pulpy missiles at the ceiling with such prowess, such finesse that it was not unlike the breathtaking courting display of a bird of pardise… sigh, oh to be young again
You will need a rejection letter, spittle, and a suitable ceiling. You may use a straw but you won’t fit a decent sized spitball in a straw. I flicked mine
101 uses for rejection letters: poetsquib proving that yes you can make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear
2 responses so far ↓
1 warthog // Jan 23, 2008 at 8:56 pm
i think this is a bit of a crude come down after the kite and, even at this distance, i detect a change of mood in our fave poet and a heightened air of vindictiveness [or is it vindictification?]
i still see the cunning reuse of the paper product. i still see the soaring in the air but i don’t see the neverending blue sky.
i just see a ceiling and one covered in gob and bits of chewed paper at that.
never put a ceiling on your designs to soar, poetsquib
2 squib // Jan 24, 2008 at 8:31 am
lol Warty
I don’t know, I thought it was quite artistic in a Damien Hirst sort of way
I was thinking of taking that bit of ceiling to the gallery
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