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…Demetri Martin is the world’s best poet?

Demetri Martin’s ‘Dammit I’m Mad’ is without a doubt the best poem ever written:

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.

Do you see why?

Take another look; it’s a palindrome! The 244-word poem reads the exact same both forwards and backwards.

I have no idea how he did it, but if you can think of a better poem than 224 words of mirrored goodness, I’d like to see it.

[Via: Neatorama Via: Slate]

…It’s TGI Friday: Spamland?


Spamland is a unique series of short animation clips from The Brother McLeod that takes the “semi-sensical text found in filter-busting portion of spam emails” and brings it to life. The style reminds me a lot of Don Hertzfeldt’s work, which is definitely a good thing, and the words take on an eerie meaning that is almost poetically beautiful (if it wasn’t for their origin). At least someone is getting some good out of spam.

[The Brothers McLeod]

[Via: Cold Hard Flash]