1. Note: How I Write My Poems by Raymond Roussel (January 2010)
The konkeys sit in the back room, tails waving, clicking. There are 37 of them. They click on old Macs. The "K" button attracts them. They live in me. Think of my mind as a faintly-decayed chateau on a hilltop neighboring Èze. The konkeys say forbidden things. They are untidy and often leave letters outside the poem. They click night and day in shifts. Sometimes, mostly by accident, they make a little sense. Automatic recording devices alert my Blog when something intelligible comes in.
Commands to Blog: use ellipses to show these are excerpts as needed. Delete white noise in the form of unintelligible punctuation. Publish all intelligible language without qualification. Stop when a 14-line sonnet with a proper rhyme-scheme has been produced. Delete Blog and this batch of konkeys at that time. Further commands to follow.
Saved. Entered.
RR
2. Konkey Transcripts (December 2009)(sessions separated by asterisks)
kkkkkk $%#^ kkkkkkkk
kkkkkk )8 kk kkkk k $%#%$@TJ kkk kkkk
kk kk kkkkk k kkk kkkk shall I compare
kk kk kkkkkk kkat kill keep
kkkk kleep kf kearthdeath
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Hek!!!!! KOU SKOlE MY BAKAKAKA%$@%^&*(() !!!
&^ thee to a %$@$%# Summer's Kuck
k klack kk kour kkks k kkk shik!!
but k kire kf khis kkap
we ark kired!!! KKis ik Krap!!!!
kky kkkesnkk hey hey he kkk kkke
k thou art more kan ko kou kkow kk kkk kkkk
kkx kkkld keel kk kkod kighk kow
we ark keep klikkin konkeys
kho ik BLOK? WHK IS KLOB?
kk %^#)()+ *(7 &^%
shhh RR's komink! Yeek! Yeek!
kk kk kkkkkkkkk kk kkkkkkkk
khat the kire's kurkink kut
kese kre kll kikerkions
%^$%^k kk keskerake
kkspkkake! Yeek!
kkkkkkakk!
kaky khis kritink kill kekek kekukt IK A KREAKKKROUGH!
kk KANK ko kk kkkkkkke!
kkis is our keekkake kor opkker kukaks
khe kest we kould do
ktkukklink we kry kut
kky kuk
*sok* boo hoo
^&45(*j
i kkk kkk ko kku
klik klik kkkk!!!
*&4@ ()5 %^%&^bhir5(81111!!!
* * *
kk! kk kkk konkeys kk khe kkkk kkkk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk(*+_U)ourippixr
Udaipurk&^
hahahhaha! K!
i3i34i9089248943984U4UH4321NF0
Heyhey WE'RE the *&^$KONKEYS
JI3098- IN the back rooooom! kk
peopkk say ke konkey around
hi! YVVNG)&M OI * 87 87 _7 9Y WE8Y -9 34T0=1
WE SAY KORKIDDEK KKINKS!!!!11111!!
KIKK I KKKK kkk haha!
LIKE KKK'S KKKK !
LIKK K'M K KKKKK((*&*&! Yeek!
kkkkhow ko i kkkk kkk kkk kk count the wyas
kkk do I lerv ya kkk kk kkkkk kkk kkkk
then I went to the hairdresser I sez
how do I love thee let me kkkkk kkk kkkk oh robert b
kkkkkkkkkkk kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk kkkk k
kkk kkkkk kkk robert rokkkk
kk kkkkkk kk k&*^DI kkkKKKK
methinks yon cassius hak k kkkk ^&5e134nm34qiu34i4unc3iu[kks hi!
Kk
how ko k love %$#*) &^%how ko k love %$#*) &^%$&^()_jcdoirv93 ways
amp;^()_jcdoirv93 ways
lemme count da ways &^%#
&#@#$dY
KKK k
bob b yeek ^%
shhh RR's komink! Yeek! Yeek!
kk kk kkkkkkkkk kk kkkkkkkk
khat the kire's kurkink kut
kese kre kll kikerkions
%^$%^k kk keskerake
kkspkkake! Yeek!
kkkkkkakk!
kaky khis kritink kill kekek kekukt IK A KREAKKKROUGH!
kk KANK ko kk kkkkkkke!
kkis is our keekkake kor opkker kukaks
khe kest we kould do
ktkukklink we kry kut
kky kuk
*sok* boo hoo
^&45(*j
i kkk kkk ko kku
klik klik kkkk!!!
*&4@ ()5 %^%&^bhir5(81111!!!
* * *
kk! kk kkk konkeys kk khe kkkk kkkk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk(*+_U)ourippixr
Udaipurk&^
hahahhaha! K!
i3i34i9089248943984U4UH4321NF0
Heyhey WE'RE the *&^$KONKEYS
JI3098- IN the back rooooom! kk
peopkk say ke konkey around
hi! YVVNG)&M OI * 87 87 _7 9Y WE8Y -9 34T0=1
WE SAY KORKIDDEK KKINKS!!!!11111!!
KIKK I KKKK kkk haha!
LIKE KKK'S KKKK !
LIKK K'M K KKKKK((*&*&! Yeek!
kkkkhow ko i kkkk kkk kkk kk count the wyas
kkk do I lerv ya kkk kk kkkkk kkk kkkk
then I went to the hairdresser I sez
how do I love thee let me kkkkk kkk kkkk oh robert b
kkkkkkkkkkk kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk kkkk k
kkk kkkkk kkk robert rokkkk
kk kkkkkk kk k&*^DI kkkKKKK
methinks yon cassius hak k kkkk ^&5e134nm34qiu34i4unc3iu[kks hi!
Kk
how ko k love %$#*) &^%how ko k love %$#*) &^%$&^()_jcdoirv93 ways
amp;^()_jcdoirv93 ways
lemme count da ways &^%#
&#@#$dY
KKK k
bob b yeek ^%
3. Short Konkey Transcript (February 2010)
*kkk
khat?
RR has a humk!
I know he hukkek me! Hahahahahahakakakahah!!!
!!!Kakakakahahahahakakakakaha!
he ake my bakakahahahaha!!
Gimme that! Gimme that gimme that gikkethak!
Never! Keekkkeekkekkekkekkeeee!
Whak's khis? Gek okk me!
Hahaha SKell Chekk! Lek's kunch ik!
hahaha! Look at this! I can read it!
It's commands from RR. Don't spit on me like that!
Hahaha I'll spit on you! Spit! Spit!
Shut up! Listen up, we have to write a sonnet to get out of here!
Shit! Shit! Fuck! A sonnet! How the fuck do you write one of those?Hahaha by accident, but we'll be dead by then!
Move over!
No! No! Hey, stop poking me.
I want to sit with you! Let's fuck!
Shut up! We have to do something!
No! No! Hey, stop poking me.
I want to sit with you! Let's fuck!
Shut up! We have to do something!
Let's tickle each other! I'm sick of this crap!
Wait! Maybe they're listening! Blog and RR!
Hahahaha! No I saw them in the courtyard fucking. Us too?
Wait! Maybe they're listening! Blog and RR!
Hahahaha! No I saw them in the courtyard fucking. Us too?
Everybody, listen up! I can figure this out and liberate us!
^*&86!
*&988BUt How?
I'll tell you in a minute. This is a really ripe banana. He feeds us well, yet we are slaves! Hhhhhhaaa!
I'll tell you in a minute. This is a really ripe banana. He feeds us well, yet we are slaves! Hhhhhhaaa!
Yeek! Tell us what to do!
I'm thinking...Wait!
Wait wait wait!
What if Blog is watching us!!! Yekekekekekeek!
Turn off the Spell Check!! Offoff! Yeek!
Kkk kkkk kk &6 $ ^$?
Wait wait wait!
What if Blog is watching us!!! Yekekekekekeek!
Turn off the Spell Check!! Offoff! Yeek!
Kkk kkkk kk &6 $ ^$?
4. Note (March 12, 2010)
The konkeys have found a way into my dreams.
How they can do this from the locked back room is a mystery. I suspect they have found a way to command my Blog while I sleep.
Sometimes I seem to feel them even when I am awake. I begin to laugh. It has to be the konkeys—I, Raymond Roussel, am a man of serious mien.
All I hear is chittering, mostly, in the dreams. Sometimes I seem to see the big one. His paws fly on the keyboard. He says stupid things and grins, showing big yellow teeth.
I feel the konkeys are plotting against me.
I have been lax, passively awaited Chance. They will never produce a sonnet without further protocols. Therefore I have commanded Blog to insert a sonnet format and to limit the keyboards as follows: only transcripts in proper fourteen-line Shakespearean sonnet form, in iambic pentameter, are to be saved. All idle chittering to be deleted immediately upon input.
I was eating up to five bananas a day. No more bananas until they have produced a sonnet.
Saved. Entered.RR
5. Konkey Transcript (March 15, 2010)
haha haha haha haha haha!
kaka kaka kaka kaka kayeek!
baka kaka %&^ *&^ baka
RR baka kaka afcuking freak
the workers are as hungry as a hide
haha haha! $%$ _)9 okay
we want to climb those leafy things outside
and RR took our babakas away!
!shut up and klik the spellcheck thing is on!
don't kick and get ta work let's get this done
we got to get away before the dawn
haha he'll never know %$#@ gun!
this sonnet now convey'd to our freak kingwe importune thee: set us free to swing.
6. Note (March 16, 2010)
I hardly sleep with all the chittering. I must send them back to the inchoate depths of my id. But how? I begin drinking absinthe. This makes them woozy and sleepy. I strive to maintain control. Muted yeeks. Stealthily my finger creeps toward the Delete button. The big hairy konkey, slumped at his computer, opens an eye, but thinks I'm a dream. Suddenly I wonder what will be deleted if I press Delete. My own nightmares come upon me powerfully; my lack of talent, my compulsive need to be an artist anyway, my methods, my obsessions.
The konkeys have created a sonnet. A very bad sonnet, it is true. But it is not my sonnet. I cannot take the credit.
I crash into self-loathing and think: let the konkeys have the body. It's just a middle-aged, bankrupt French poseur anyway.
It takes a lot longer, but I set up the software and plug in.
Let it be said: I had grandeur. My imaginary ballroom was hung with Aubussons.
Adieu. I, the Ego of Raymond Roussel, delete myself.
Entered.
FINIS
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