Canada's Jordan Scott does peculiar and funny things to language as well. Scott's poems and prose in Blert were, according to him, written to be as difficult as possible to read aloud. If you're expecting million-dollar-word workouts, note that Scott has dealt with a stutter since childhood so, for the author, a word as benign as 'mayonnaise' takes on a Herculean scale. To make it so for the reader as well, Scott breaks his line approximating his stutter, and not with hyphens and pauses but rather with syllabic rhythm and repetition: 'gales lurk / berserk cortex / honeyed botox / globs boom of clavicles / cornsilk lips blitz / as Molotov blisters / Tupperware slur.'

On one level it's nonsense -- in the best meaning of the word, and highly musical nonsense at that -- but somewhere in Scott's staccato compositions is also a story 'Of my mouth and me. Of other people's fluent mouths and me.'

Who knew the words 'Foreman Grill' were so fecund with linguistic possibilities?