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...
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
When I feel poor, I buy as many gigabytes as I can capture, in as tiny a container as
is made, then I am old wealth leaning into futures that depend upon my thought, my words,
deed done. Then for the moment I am Hildegard von B, I'm in a Wendy kind of spree,
I know my art, my art knows . . . and the hammock of immensity drives home run praxis
to the pale scope of the full moon in a prior season. Look at all the space I can't describe.
The feeder schools. The impact no one speechifies. The step "validify" that BC named
this ay em while we thought about the flunking privilege inside language arts. It's been
a dray hued day formed out of what I say. And many ministers of many functions dip their
fingers in the extreme unction of it all. You play gold mine keys, I say believe this
hunch. I take your grace to lunch. Amid a swervy kind of roundelay. We ship shape
our way beyond beneath beforehand and we simply play.