Dubious Achievements in First Lines

What a Swell Morning This Is!
This is a morning to say something.
This is a really keen morning
—Edward Dorn

But Stay In Tonight
The gaunt thing
with no organs
creeps along the streets
—Imamu Amiri Baraka

Next Time, Try Ex-Lax
Walking up sands, offal is gaped from a tunnel seaward, muddying its edge.
Bowels ceaselessly open, add to the sea, not much.
—Jon Silkin

Er…Yes
I saw God! Do you doubt it?
Do you dare to doubt it?
—James Stephens

Strange Produce Dept.
So through that unripe day you bore your head,
And the day was plucked and tasted bitter.
—Philip Larkin

Sweet Tooths Anonymous
The universality of things
draws me toward the candy.
—William Carlos Williams

It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad
world world world world
—Samuel Beckett

But Attention Must Be Paid
a salesman is an it that stinks Excuse
—e e cummings

Strange Produce Dept. Redux
The mango on the mango tree—
I look at it, it looks at me.
—Robert Penn Warren

It’ll Make More Sense after a Couple of Glenlivets
Knedneuch land
And a loppert sea
And a lift like a blue douped
Mawkin-flee.
—Hugh MacDiarmuid

Well, Okay, If You Insist
Admire the old man, admire him, admire him
—Stevie Smith

You Can’t Get Good Help These Days
From the wash the laundress sends
My collars home with ravelled ends.
—A.E. Housman

And You Your Emily Dickinson Dickie
You were wearing your Edgar Allan Poe printed cotton blouse.
—Kenneth Koch

But My Poe Blouse Covers It
Your Midriff sags toward your knees
—Anne Sexton

Some of My Best Friends, in Fact
Despair is big with friends I love,
Hydrogen and burning Jews.
—William Meredith

Know Thyself Dept.
It occurred to Marshall
that if he were a vegetable, he’d
be a bean.
—George Meredith

They Never Mentioned it in the Guidebook
O sleepy city of reeling wheelchairs
where a mouse can commit suicide …
—James Tate

And Size Matters Too
Position is where you
put it …
—Robert Creeley

But It Only Worked With Parrot
God tried to teach Crow how to talk.
—Ted Hughes

Unless It’s Irish Spring
It’s not exciting to have a bar of soap
—Ted Berrigan

And On Monday Avoid Us in the Elevator
Sunday the only day we don’t work:
Mules farting around the meadow.
—Gary Snyder

But Apply for Hunting License Now
Once in a hundred years the Lemmings come
—John Masefield

It’s Inevitable!
Sometime during eternity
some guy shows up
—Lawrence Ferlenghetti

Wait’ll You See Them Apples
Your thighs are appletrees
—William Carlos Williams

Strange Behavior in Sky Dept.
“Poor Wanderer,” said the leaden sky,
“I fain would lighten thee…”
—Thomas Hardy

Stange Behavior in Wind Dept.
The wind stood up, and gave a shout.
—James Stephens

That’s Gonna Hurt Tomorrow
wade
through black jade
—Marianne Moore

Nor Bark at Her, Nor Hump Her Leg
Making his advances
He does not look at her, nor sniff at her
—D. H. Lawrence

Uh, The Second Thing
Did he strike soundings off Vecta Insula?
Or was it already the gavelkind igland?
—David Jones

And Pure Addition Wasn’t Enough to Save Him
The little cousin is dead, by foul subtraction
—John Crowe Ransom

Gloria Steinem’s Been Saying It For Years
How beastly the bourgeois is
especially the male of the species.
—D. H. Lawrence

Dr. Seuss Learned Here
Mrs. Noah in the Ark
wove a great nightgown out of the dark.
—Robert Duncan

You Get What You Pay For
The galloping collections of boards
are the house which I afforded
—Robert Creeley

All This Time I Thought It was Margie Downstairs, “Knocking Up”
All night Chinamen jump
on Asia with a thump.
—Frank O’Hara

If They Were Smart, They Would Have Gone to Med School
Dentists continue to water their lawns even in the rain
—Robert Bly

If Norman Bates Had Married…
I’ve done what I could. My boys run wild now.
They seek their chances while their mother rots here.
—Ian Hamilton


And now, from the two-volume American Library anthology of Twentieth Century American Poetry, more glorious dubiousness!

Dept. of Surreal Paranoia
Rest me with Chinese colours,
For I think the glass is evil.
—Ezra Pound

CatFancy.org
Our orchestra
is the cat’s nuts.
—William Carlos Williams

Dr. Seuss Learned Here
I know you wonder why I wear
The hat which I have called Green Hair.
—Elinor Wylie

Sort of Glad I Don’t Know Ya Dept.
           If bathing were a virtue, not a lust,
I would be dirtiest…
—Arthur Davison Ficke

PrimateFancy.org
Idonean lemur, sport with me.
—Orrick Jones

Call the Scrape Squad
The dam Bellona
littered
her eyeless offspring
Kriegsopfer
upon the pavements of Vienna
—Mina Loy

Lilliputions Anonymous
I should like to creep
through the long brown grasses
           that are your lashes
—Angelina Weld Grimké

Dr. Seuss Also Learned Here
Nobody noogers the shaff of a sloo.
Nobody slimbers a wench with a winch
—Carl Sandburg

Dept. of Long Arms and Dubious Metaphors
I have taken scales from off
the cheeks of the moon.
—Mardsen Hartley

You Got Me There
Do you been or did you never? Ha!
—Ramon Guthrie

Those Darn Unsolvable Conundrums
How do I know why you ask me, “How are you?
How are you? How are you? How are
you?
—John Wheelwright

Glad I Wasn’t There Dept.
Silence braided her fingers in my hair.
—Hildegarde Flanner

Really Glad I Wasn’t There Dept.
Smelling or feeling of the several holes
above the jawbone and below the belly…
—Edwin Denby

Aw, I Knew That
Hell is a red barn on a hill.
—Robert Francis

Say Whut?
Wind was not, flat was, but was imminent.
—R. P. Blackmur

I Will If You Will
Against time and the damages of the brain,
sharpen and calibrate.
—James Agee

Maybe I’ll Join You Dept.
It’s so peaceful on the ceiling!
—Elizabeth Bishop



Here, from various sources, still more dubious first lines..

Not worth living, evidentally
Tenderness and resolution!
What is our life without a sudden pillow
—Hart Crane

Ralphie writes an advice column
Who knows this or that
Hark in the wall to the rat
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Unremarkable observations department
The hands must touch and handle many things
—Jones Very

Nah, from a funny mushroom
Whence came ye, Cherubs? from the moon?
—Richard Henry Dana

Help, it’s going to sting me
Burly, dozing, humble-bee,
Where thou art is clime for me
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

My perfume, for one
Oh strong ridged and deeply hollowed
nose of mine! what will you not be smelling?
—William Carlos Williams

Etched in stone at Foxwoods
Of every vice pursued by those
In folly’s by-paths rambling,
There’s none so bad in its dread close,
As the vile vice of gambling.
—Royall Tyler

Second coming of the funny mushrooms
I heard the trailing garments of the night
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Who’s making that annoying chirping sound?
My heart, I cannot still it,
Nest that had song-birds in it
—James Russell Lowell

Provincetown wet dream
Twenty-eight young men bathe by the shore,
Twenty eight young men and all so friendly
—Walt Whitman

And I of the total lack of poetic sages
I am thinking of tents and tentage, tents through the ages
—Reed Whitmore

Petulant Poets Dept.
To make me do the thing I will, I won’t
—Jane Mayhall

Third coming of the funny mushrooms
My food was pallid till I heard it ring
—Howard Moss

You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone
She’s gone, she was my love, my moon or more.
She chased the chickens out and swept the floor.
—James Wright

Eureka Moments Dept.
I am in the tub with my body
I look down at it from inside my face
—Mary Sullivan

These family reunions are getting stranger and stranger
Behold the father is his daughter’s son
—Robert Southwell

I know the feeling
I am a very old pussy
—Christopher Pearse Cranch

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