The Longest Poem


Going to pick up my hubby and take him to work. His car won’t start 🙁
Honest to God I’ll break your heart, rip you to pieces and tear you apart.
Going to take a long and relaxing shower
Shit, rolled over and my exam is in an hour. […]
Handel’s Messiah was awesome! (and long)
New new york: I’m singing J and a keys song!!
and more » She visited Living Healthy Community …
accepting and understanding comes before unity……..
I got my life and its my only one…
So this is Christmas and what have you done.
white Bitches and black men the world may never know
still gorgeous and ahead of its time, though!
Fire trucks and police cars on prospect st
I’m new and this is my first tweet – tweet!


A Dadaist poem? An awkward ‘google’ translation of some Beat verses? A satire

of Futurist ‘parole in libertá‘?



None of this sort. The extract is in fact part of what has been deemed the longest poem in the world (ATTOW 752,748 verses), a weird and ‘public’ experiment using the well-known Twitter social network as a ‘composing’ platform.

Imagined by Andrei Gheorghe, a Romanian website programmer, the poem is composed by matching real time twitter messages with previous rhyming posts: the result, being the whole process completely random, is sometimes surreal, sometimes amusingly coherent, sometimes even ‘poetic’.

Hoping Andrei won’t have a grudge against me, I’ve also tried to compose our first chaotic and public ‘RMB City’ poem following a similar mechanism of copying and pasting lines of SL chats I had with avatars in the past few months. Feel free to add your contribution!


Drop me on the ground, don’t attach me to your body.
It looks like Rolig is coming
I am afraid I have been a bit absent.
no worries, rmbcity is a very relaxed context
are we supposed to take UFO togeher with these beauties?
what’s china sun’s reaction on yanjun’s music?
can I play his piano?
Thanks, i like watermelon~
I like the cloud !
what about?
t seems the lighting wants to burn the little house from this sight!!
Marx is quite happy though, wangguowei, you should try
I can’t type, but I can do other things reasonably well. ㋡
I want to be a christmas bell
How’s the first day going, cherie?
do you wanna play with me?
the hand position looks wrong?
it reminds me of that song…
bye bye Mayo (your name always makes me feel hungry)
this thing is getting me angry
that road will be filled with vendor carts on both sides
China Tracy is Offline

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Blog,Events — Gianna Yebut, December 14, 2009 @ 12:32 am


  1. Bravo, Gianna Yebut! You made a hot-pot with some artistic worlds: Magritte, Hokusai, Van Gogh, Marinetti, Futurdadaism.
    And do you know the shortest poem? That’s “I’m shinig by Greatnes”, writen by G. Ungaretti …

    Comment by antonio tresca — December 15, 2009 @ 5:18 pm

  2. Can you think of one for us? The shortest RMB City poem…

    Comment by Gianna Yebut — December 16, 2009 @ 9:05 pm

  3. I’m glad.
    I thought a long time … and now that’s the shortest poem for you :

    R e M e m B e r …

    Comment by antonio tresca — December 19, 2009 @ 9:36 am

  4. ahahah…it’s very funny: somebody already used that slogan in the past but thanks anyhow!

    Comment by Gianna Yebut — December 20, 2009 @ 8:21 pm

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