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 email@example.com for consideration...
Monday, September 24, 2012
poem || Jeff Harrison
Hundred On The Path a hundred goats against whom else may make war, golden trumpet, scarcely current in all the w o r l d ? ? ? ? ? similar to: rodents, workers of magic, killed the tiger the tiger, Herr Bib posits, was Wormswork, who had given up hope of human origin and elephants also, the very elephants who are the fever of warriors - they hurtle the leafy screen, more gorgeous more gorgeous are the elephants than waffles, than the weight of rifles. parasol: there are ma- ny things to acco- mpany there's no one morning to The Fear a different direction is a brute upon itself (fanfare, the palace, the immense bare foot), though lepers lie w/in its pow'r (quarry-mad devil)