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...
Chief Amoeba, a heavy Himalayan hillbilly, a wacky-ass buffoon, a laughing engine, a swollen, nervy, brusque guy; unchecked by worry, a coughing chauffeur, finishes a Turkish pipe, spacing a jurist: "Um, gee, I'm a happier, higher mockery..."
"You're a lewd creep, Amoeba; a habitual dromedary; an obvious, bawdy, boozy shill; a penniless pumpkin and a chubby, cherished helot."
"Likewise, bivalve. Humph."
"Ike hired a sloppy, goofy, heavy hillbilly; a big, hacking, peculiar hippie."
A veep, a mustachioed Colombian huffer, shoved him, heaving Chief:
"Chief! Move, Chief, you paranoiac!" (A curtly wallop, a pitiful elbowing.) "Well, unreliable employee! I abhor a madhouse, you hairy boob; you hacking longhair."
Chief's fairly beefy cowing woke him. A juror, a shapely frau, a visually yummy femme, shook him, joining in.
Watching Giuseppe batten our hatches, vacillating here, Mafia...
(Author’s note: The consonant sounds in the above text correspond to digits 2018 - 2300 of pi. The sound-to-digit mapping is defined by the Major Memory System: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mnemonic_major_system . The text begins with 6839 = Chief Amoeba, since 6 = ch/sh/j/soft g, 8 = f/v, 3 = m, and 9 = b/p in the Major System.)