Author's note: This poem was created with the help of Kaysha Standridge and Eri Immamura for my British Lit. class. The goal of the project was to teach us about Dada (poetry that doesn't necessarily make sense or follow any particular pattern). We were given two different Dada poems and a couple magazines. The poem was created by choosing words and phrases out of our sources (before we knew what the project was, we were told to each pick 10 phrases that we liked out of the sources) and putting them together.
Hostility
Time. This sleek, sinuous dream.
Out of control, gripping things with surprise.
Too dark to see anything, it holds one spellbound by magic.
The well was very deep: shake and a shiver, glints and gleams.
Amazing! Never in his life, for fear of killing somebody,
Hope be here.
Everyday, look about her and to wonder, figure it out!
Looking more like great disappointment, it was empty.
My problem.
