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, August 28, 2012
text || Edward Nichols
Drenched Spasmodic reiterations spawn presupposed idiosyncracies of remnants of discharged ideologies. Sommersaults dissasemble the idiocyncracies out on the table. Taking the shortcuts revels out the distant notion of retrograde motion and determine the outcome for a valiaant reprise. Outsiders reglue the past sentiments on the colorless prism of obscurity. Elevated conical aspiration revels in retaliated dismissals at the itenerant dominion of reprisal. Moments tick by on the shell of a crustacean at the overlapping speed of subservient congruents. Alabaster clocks with no hands release the dormancy of clay inversions ramshackled on the vertiginous climate of ill-repute. The drooling dog eyes the fire-hydrant as the conclusions of Pavlovian theory bear testimony to the outward remnants of correlated seclusion at the earmark of invention. Calvacade of remonstrances preclude the minute of the birth of the Universe.