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 email@example.com for consideration...
Monday, June 25, 2012
poems || Jeff Harrison
50,000,000 Wormswork Fans Can't Be Wrong the tall-parody crook tells me his dog is one of the central zeroes * WW breaks quills, seems however fabled flesh really * red ready read cut with a gurgle a back pile of puddles cut with a gurgle tub meat untended * who said a nightmare's a sly kind of counterwish * still they continue - referred to as A,B, & C mumbo jumbo types * fanning the surface / of carcasses he's a good sort * greasiest, his best, hurricane caught its breath * he did, Delicacy, wonder the work at the other * with shame a last leave to waylay him * daylight. witches. * WORMSWORK'S MALLARMÉ goes zero, spume verge on yet, stamnos, lemmings' wiles toast w/out crust for 1. one 2. reef 3. star 4. for who folds the sheet * fresh decks of several basic interests * Wormswork snatches up the broom can't be! QUIZ: what was his name? * did you know his loot listens to me when he's laughing? his poor little worried loot! * his impression washed with dark olive suggestion * Wormswork in the world? disgusting! Wormswork in the world? for them!