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, July 18, 2012
poem || Edward Nichols
A Goats Files
Coathian perksonages crusations on the moniac of beseeching Taxidermists. Haughty Ms. Durelless rang her belly button and drank a cup of lard. She was underneath her big toe and flinging atrocities at the cat. Perturbed by cornflakes in a bowl of Vodka she pantamimed her diaphragm in a basket of subsiding diadems as she crowned herself a Queen. Bitter etherlangs conflaburated at the debauchery of a Crustaciens.