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, September 26, 2012
novel excerpt || John Pursch
Juan Halset Mayergrieve
A bleak undie suction, whether scour plucks narrow, squeals common tobay, tobait, tosquab tebauble inmonty ontanious shards aubards unberdsy twards ebbliewire, mest gnomistably heir, enhosputandum quo locatius eregimound fliegle, twile ord hippenly steck uneister.
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