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 Volodymyr Bilyk at firstname.lastname@example.org for consideration...
Saturday, August 25, 2012
haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
Semblicity, the doctoral charade of delving. An unnoticed window light complies with regulariat of camisole and blinkered things. Does anyone recall the fingering
for F-sharp? My instinct downs my better self from being, knowing, valuing at
top speed. Top-seeded players capsize all the water in the downspout. Maybe
you and I should alter our apparent futures and reverse the legend of malingering.
Done together (to a turn), our elbows may conform to parallelogram repose.
Our minions and our tendencies may yield great art. High startup fees and
flustered pros who wait on us (not for) until we're self-sufficient. Ca suffit, he told
me in your sleep. I mentioned to my mirror that and only that, until I heard a slightly
off-putting percussion from the region of the mailbox gradually filled with
dividends, proceeds, all shock value.
Stalwart soldiering in the direction of the skid, where winter faithfully approaches