MeterMap | Select clauses from the complete works of David Foster Wallace, mapped to the meter of Yertle the Turtle by Dr. Seuss
The mug has a hair-thin brown crack down one side,
A skinny dog at his side, half in profile.
According to Taylor's use of the word can,
And his thoughts had drifted all over the place,
Bent over and felt the wet grass with his hand.
But I don't really know anything about it.
I'm not sure whether they're called hoofs or feet on swine.
Handcuffed to the corpse of his malevolent foe,
Since for him it would be at worst somewhat dull.
His legs look like he's about to wet himself.
It seemed like it had to have been a bad sign,
Often I was forced to avert my eyes from him,
So fiercely as to incline us to say 'false.'
According to Taylor's use of the word can,
But I don't really know anything about it.
The kind you have to convert and cook up yourself,
Is identical to those worst dreams' form itself:
Would refute fatalism with respect to the past,
Or between false and self-contradictory ones,
He spoke very little, just sat up with me.
The bad ankle hasn't ached once this whole year.
The mist of the pool's too-clean smell is in your eyes;
This is awful news.'
Instead of getting sick,
Needs something to make himself dark, in the game.
But that's not what I mean by driving the scene.
Feminine past participle of dare,
That either Q or Q must fail to occur.
Would refute fatalism with respect to the past,
Taylor has not engaged in linguistic reform.
He kept asking them what they were afraid of.
For just three weeks' rental of anything foreign.
Though it's hard to figure out just what they're doing,
And the burly guys manning the road's barricades.
That either Q or Q must fail to occur.
He'd mentioned the child-actor's name over and over.
The sort of man who stands in one place all day.
But born in the hated-by-you Ottawa,
You are merely going with some cosmic flow.
You are merely going with some cosmic flow.
He talks on the phone at the office a lot.
He spoke very little, just sat up with me.
His police lock protruding into empty air,
Mutton stuffed with foie gras, double chocolate rum cake.
What matters, alas, is what this eros wrought.
He kept asking them what they were afraid of.
It seemed like it had to have been a bad sign,
You just sit there and listen as hard as you can,
I wouldn't want to go overboard with this thing,
The whine of no real sleep for maybe five days,
I could tell just by looking you weren't happy.
Can we talk about it before you react?
She's coming to Cleveland next Friday, it says.
It's just before serious harvesting starts,
Is there anything to say on this subject?
Which at this age isn't that far behind them.'
Though it's hard to figure out just what they're doing,
You can tell it's spooky down here in the summer,
The chasm he opened between her and I.
You don't want her facial reaction described.
He spoke very little, just sat up with me.
And it rolls down the floor of the subway,
The dead fields' total snow like a well-ironed sheet,
The sense is ever so slightly sad.
Because I allegedly have a disease?
Because I allegedly have a disease?
I don't really drink alcoholic stuff much,
We've been at it maybe an hour and half,
I go Fucking hang up on me why don't you,
And apologized for interrupting his work,
Hard dangerous spirals of brittle black hair.
MeterMap | Select clauses from the complete works of William Faulkner, mapped to the meter of The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot
Sixty dollars is the wrong figure.
Too bad you didn't get here sooner
Delicate and expensive-looking,
For it was worst then.
Answered Lowe with slow patronage
Groping along the cold bottom.
Lying like the cast of spent flotsam along the fence
And you didn't believe it then either.
Across his vest ran a heavy silver watch chain.
This is the worst run war I ever seen
The moon stood pale and cold overhead,
And I stood there waiting to be sick
The disturbing I have done him,
She had been sitting ever since on the veranda
This is the worst run war I ever seen
Too bad it wasn't me instead of him
Nor would the tree be quite green yet here either
The faint glow of the lantern beyond the plank-joints,
And indeed he kept an office upstairs above the Square
And a few of these were from southern Negroes
So that's why you are afraid of me?
Winged serenely by two dark wings of hair
As he came out of the woods and approached it,
It was not that it might already be too late;
But this time he waited and it came to him:
It would be serious for the other one
I am sick and tired of men.
But she will have to be white a little while longer.
He wished vaguely that he were fat like Jones
Getting down slow from that strange wagon,
Now the blind woman's voice was silken,
Bellowing slowly with each expiration
Saved a walk up here in the cold.
It seemed to have become unbearably dirty
Though denial would have done him no good,
It was with a grudging admiration
That Tom-Tom's home had been outraged,
And very sick at the stomach
Out of the rank twilight of the room the eyes,
A glimpse like the forefront of a tornado
Nobody cares whether you are afraid or not
We had not heard her behind us yet there she was
And you thought that it was broken.
Men went home to eat and rest a little perhaps,
With a long bloody gash across its face.
Does your face hurt very bad now
And as cruel
Facing the cold now empty fireplace
Her voice was cold and steady as oil flowing.
I think we are all tired of your party
Some casual gesture to perform.
And that when it did fail and they were caught,
Shrill voices ride the storm like gusty birds,
Maybe he's still got the other one with him,
Who could have been his sister if he had a sister,
He read to us and I anyway listened,
Why didn't you tell him how bad off he was
He felt a shocking surge and fall of blood
Came up and touched its cold nose to his hand
They can take it out of your worthless hide
The man was bundled too against the cold,
Had wagered merely his milieu
And she began to chant in faint sing-song:
The random blowing of the fireflies
Her presence emanating that smell of cold,
Be stranded as behind a dying mistral,
And she became restive in her fretful black.
Be stranded as behind a dying mistral,
I want it to be cruel,
With such a dreadful thing hanging over me.
And doubtless contrived by the other girls,
She dumped the wood into the box behind the stove
Not from alarm but on the contrary
The man was bundled too against the cold
She was an awful goof,
A false confession of incest?
I'm awful sorry I strangled you.
Was not an outrageous one
With cold hysterical skill.
Only it was like she had emptied her eyes,
I hate to be the one to have to do this
But I just thought they was saying it wrong.
For I
Am sad beneath this autumn sky,
This is the worst run war I ever seen
Which are so tragic to children
Maybe he thinks she is sick
You're just as bad
The glance rapid and cold
It's too bad she ain't got but the one gallon,
Bleak in a rank garden
Grim
With Peabody's team hitched on to the back of the wagon
Grimly.
Devastating
I'll learn you to hate two things,
We was afraid we would have to break in a new one.
Grim,
He is terrible;
Ruthless quality,
I'd hate to have my face freeze like this
I could almost see him stopped behind a bush
That is why I say that this way is a bad way.
She was an awful goof
The cold pipe in his hand.
The snow had ceased and it was quite cold.
And he too stupid to read it
But for a long while I was too tired to sleep,
Cruel fate may part us
But just remember that Texas is a wide place,
He had to go to that one when he wasn't but nineteen
Why didn't you tell him how bad off he was
One of them bit him pretty badly one day
Do you know where I could go if I get sick?
And as soon as they learned English they would find it and
So that the exhaustion did not seem to possess him,
Because I have learned this at least during these four years
I dumb up there myself and looked at that float
It's got to where my wife no longer dares leave her bedroom,
Cruel fate may part us
But then I thought how she must have been too sick to write
Only I was afraid Sam would say,
Who don't have enough of them left now to waste one sleeping
Then they could chase her all day long if they wanted to,
A banal and evil man
But at least he was not hollering at him,
Do you know where I could go if I get sick?
He bought twenty packages just before we left town,
Not even calling it bad luck
Popeye's hand appeared to flick a small flame out of thin air
Whose face showed only that he was at least sixty
Cruel fate may part us,
Then he turned his head and put his hand to the gear lever
Cruel fate may part us,
Cruel fate may part us,
He said that the Man was not very glad to see Doom
Working with the broken blade at the latch,
Standing in his little island of isolation
Just should have been except that we failed them
Beyond the flat one-storey border of the river
Since previous to his elevation to grace,
The caller put on his hat slowly
Down the trunk and then turn and dart back up again
Just should have been except that we failed them.
Or at least was afraid he might have meant or mean?
It was too late and the hound too was gone
And elevated high enough in French rank to do it
And here he clung beside the placid Jenny
Nothing of speed and bottom like the hard,
But there is water in a monkey's cage,
Scrambling up the steep rank levee side
The other three had open knives in their hands
He felt a shocking surge and fall of blood;
Her face swollen and puffed again with crying.
Like the dark itself had fallen down on us,
It can't be as bad as I think it is
And he lay for a time in his hard bed,
Little Belle showed her Horace's bouquet,
Feeding him none of those sorry reasons
And even ruthless
As though by vicious calculation
If you must hate someone
And as cruel
Facing the cold now empty fireplace
His pale gaze apoplectic and outraged.
He started throwing negroes overboard
With her sullen defiant secret watchful face
Not of reproach and no longer even of surprise
Jenny answered something vaguely.
Just should have been except that we failed them.
After the bleak and brutal way of him.
A meager clump of mourners pass
He sounded like a cricket in the grass
Against the sky ahead the massed telephone lines run,
Turning upon him his shy startled gaze.
The stupid vanity of a man
They crouched together in the dusty road
Hers was an awkward speed that cost them points,
Was going to be an unpleasant one,
Forcing them with ruthless kindness to relax.
Her voice was cold and steady as oil flowing
Across stoops littered with spent firecrackers.
With a long bloody gash across its face
The random blowing of the fireflies
It happened in the middle of the square
Advancing slow and irresistible
And she began to chant in faint sing-song:
It is too bad she fainted yesterday
The random blowing of the fireflies.
He sounded like a cricket in the grass,
Stirring the limp curtains before the window
A pointer that's just
I know what you mean,
Nobody at the port base knew either.
From other county seats like Jefferson,
Holding the bread against her dirty dress.
Rolled back into his skull until the dirty
You wouldn't even be any worse off.
The Captain humped in vague relief against it,
The victorious invading hun himself
With vicious coral nails
The dreadful need;
Vicious shape,
The dreadful need
Bloody coat and all,
Outraged,
Grim
He says in that suffocating voice
The dreadful need
Vicious shape,
They are the worst
Father was sick there.
Inscrutable and secret
Vicious shape,
The worst of it
The dreadful need;
Vicious shape,
The eyes bleak,
Leaving it bleak
Worst of all
Leaving it bleak,
The worst of it.
She's frigid
Bloody coat and all
And now it is not because it is dead,
The cow jerked her head up and trotted again,
Neither is it placid and serene
But it was terrible to me.
For I
Am sad beneath this autumn sky
They are the worst.
To destroy evil
A-shutting down behind them like a wall
He started throwing negroes overboard,
Grimly
Outraged,
I'm going to be sick
Jenny answered something vaguely.
Grimly.
The poker game ran quietly through that day,
In the warmth and the dark,
Beneath the dreadful scar.
What we have committed is worse than a crime:
Shrill voices ride the storm like gusty birds
Impotent and outraged
You're just as bad!
He did not even murder for base profit.
With vicious coral nails,
Mellow and meaningless and idiotic
Inscrutable and secret.
Mellow and meaningless and idiotic.
Rolled back into his skull until the dirty,
He turned his head and his bleak gaze
Too bad you didn't get here sooner
Very stupid party,
Just to hate evil is not enough
Had in his office a portfolio
Perhaps even a little deferential.
Each of which begins with a small letter
For I
Am sad beneath this autumn sky
And she began to chant in faint sing-song:
Then he went and lay down in the swing
This was not our usual meeting place.
Just should have been except that we failed them.
For all ye individually homeless,
But of grim and furious outrage
It seemed to have become unbearably dirty.
Flashlights glared and winked along the base,
If I were evil,
The eyes bleak,
You're just as bad!
And even ruthless
Outrageous
And grief,
Beneath the dreadful scar
At times Johnny was worse than a movie
Boring and chafing
The nurse said grimly.
I hate to see a brother-in-arms,
At the filthy raked swaggering peaked cap
I'll learn you to hate two things,
This time as 'too shocking.
I hated to put it down even to sleep
They could see him half running back toward the orchard
She must have sounded quite crazy to him
Let me tell you something about our Quarter,
I'd hate for my daughter to belong to him
Too bad you must hurry away.
Which are so tragic to children
Me with a fancied disappointment!
I merely made a civil inquiry.
Dropping the broken branch and extending her arms.
Devastating.
In decorous half-completed sentences
And even ruthless
And grief
And Uncle Gavin said he did look cold,
The hidden bottle cold against his feet
Rusted among rank weeds.
The man was bundled too against the cold
And they looked down and there was Dicky,
Like the breathing or the need of ammunition.
In our time for the implicated,
And remind that nigger to feed early
Watching the other's gouty painful movement
Had passed beyond the iron gates in the steel fence.
I can't fly Camels in the daytime,
If you must hate someone.
Streaming away from us in slow whorls.
But he is afraid of living
Vicious shape
With a sort of desperate outrage,
And very sick at the stomach;
He answered grimly.
Grim
He one sick man in dis world
The stranger made another violent movement,
We had just come down a hill onto a flat,
That of the gray gorgon wife cold and level
Too He could feel his moral fibre disintegrating.
We can begin to distinguish individuals,
Beneath the dreadful scar.
Grim
Probably more likely to be evil,
Each of which begins with a small letter
Gasping at the shock of the icy water
Grim,
Nancy got a wet rag and wiped Jason's face,
The floats moved past with an air esoteric
Having beaten him in patience and courtesy
Bloody coat and all
With vicious coral nails,
With the others on a rope behind him
Cold tone as if he had never spoken
Sitting for long afternoons shut away by the close,
We happen to know that the man is guilty.
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In the fire.
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You use blossoming dough boy.
To kindle a studying fire in the labyrinth, of lies after this three pages were left quaffing blank in the story, has had a most unfortunate summoning affair and will probably be the dome.
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Shaking ace pitcher.
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