texts that change the conscious parameters of literature, both for readers and writers. from a different angle than these, r.p. blackmur adds: 'poetry: [is] ...language so twisted and posed in a form that...it adds to the stock of available reality.' now that blogger has included the ability to reproduce fonts more accurately, alpha-numeric visual-poetry will be welcomed for consideration. formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to matt margo at firstname.lastname@example.org for consideration...
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
haibun || Sheila. E. Murphy
One of the caveats her proximity imposes is the
distillation of a rumored self. The name
Bonifacefacilitates a compromise with altitude.
Famous individuals repair to slopes they paid
to wend down, thereby justifying post-
discussions before an elemental fire. Vocabulary
knows no mood, survives unseasoned scripts, implodes
in face of poverty, and drifts. The leisure of
mortality revokes the privilege of rework. All the
stable saints come here to dry. Their offspring type
in upper-case, rely upon reputed better-dresses to
dispatch a multi-generation answer to a string of
questions yet unasked.
Fever pointing west, a garment minus source district,