Federico Federici - Two Stuffed texts - an experiment with TS Eliot's "Hollow men"

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Stuffed text number 1

We are the hallowed men

we are the duff-head men

keen to gather

head peace filed in row. Alas!

Hours drive choices, where

the will-o'-the-wisps are

quaint mien and our lenses

shield us, behind chipped

glasses, while gloves don't fit

in with other laces,

sheep without norm, shirts without collar,

in a para-lizard farce, just an urgent notion;

on the snow that crusts

we draw reptiles, too deaf fathers keen on

remembrance – in fact, all note us lost,

violence howls against

us, hallowed men

duff-head men.

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Stuffed text number 2

Ђeře ðe hollåƭn

Ђeře ðe tsŭÞedƭn

Lїnŋ togeðr Hїdþǝš

filð Ђið tsraЂ ŏr

drǝd voišs, Ђhen

Ђe Ђhisþr togeðr ře

qŭǝt alj mїnŋlsessaa

Ђilj in drÿs ğsaas

Or rąsfēt ovr borcken

glsaas inŏr drÿs šllř

šaþe Ђiðŏt form, šade

Ђiðŏtcolŏr, þřalÿssed

forš, gsetŭre Ђiðŏtmotnjr,

ðose Ђho hve corssed

Ђiðdirect eÿsse, to dїðs

oðr ckŋdom Reƭmbr

ŭsif ą ålj tnosaa ollts

Vnjlent sŏls, bŭt orlÿssaa

ðe hollåƭn ðe tsŭÞedƭn.