Language and concept warning.
5:30am I wake up, meditate, do yoga, walk down stairs and listen to the inner voice.
7:30 walk down stairs, pee, breakfast banana, mandarine, and orange juice I ask myself, “who is Effin the Geffin and Niffle the Whiffle?” In that moment, that instant of inspiration, I know there is something to be written and shared. I grab my phone and begin to write.
Stanza one finished, makes little sense, so the decision is made to write the second stanza using the same “nouns” mixed in a different way to bring about completion of an idea, a scene, a description of some imaginary far away land. Invent new verbs, and add to poem.
8:30 am Having completed two stanzas, I begin to think, “what the actual fuck have I just written?” and “I think this needs a drawing to put it into context.” A quick search comes up with a long piece of paper, pen and watercolours.
Begin to draw. Efin the Geffin with very big feet and Niffle the Whiffle, tall and thin, road, Spifle Wople Woden tree, dick. WTF? Dicks are are funny, especially with an animal head and caterpillar legs. Kunts with big feet are funny too. Mountain range, watercolours splashed on quickly. 8:50 new employee arrives early for work, text message please give me 10 minutes to complete this art work.
8:58am BOOM Publish. What the Actual Fuck is this?
Dittle Tiddle Ditch by Thundercloud Repairian
Effin the Geffin loved Niffle the Whiffle,
Where the Spifle Wople Woden grew in Dittle Tiddle Ditch
They danced about the Foddle Frop
,and the learning of the Derms,
while Mafle Bapple Twadle Po swilshed in Fardle Berms
Niffle the Whiffle said to Effin the Geffin,
The Fardle Berms are hilshy wadleshop the knowdle Derms
The Foddle Frop hashbo titch wop
Mafle Bapple Twadle Po
In Dittle Tiddle Ditch where Spifle Wople Woden Grow
