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, October 24, 2012
haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
Dazzlive learn yarn teaked to mop spills along quarry lines
connected to the points of stars (passed muster), in-line
thought proceeds down dark drainlines. The quartermaster
feeds and clothes our progeny past torsion "as you were"
diversified into a plausible inimitable north take from
this row of shelflife in malfeased or country wavelets
dawdling overture-type rhapsodies. Malingerers defy the
uptake on and off. A metronome dries silken plays and
vast shaken limitless deployment manufakes the altar cloth
infernally bought off to make a hudson kind of ruminate
alongside feeble seeming scars and blood rakes inked upon
the pasted doc into a foregone format's conclusivity as if
an only were the style.
Chapeau, a toss, the ring of fire, or angular unspun rapport