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 Volodymyr Bilyk at email@example.com for consideration...
Sunday, October 28, 2012
haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
Kismet (Klaus said so) sleeps seven. A vintage abbatoir
requires parapluie in time to (w)allow in these leaves.
The a priori village rhymes with flaws induced by teams
of ne'er do wells (fare thee . . .). Some tumblers full
of raspberry indulgence. Where do parents go to earn immunity
from their only child? A mild wind augers window lines.
The nightly bathing in a faraway motel. A pickup truck
backed in before the doorway. Round-the-clock
formalities maintained. Today, all sentences begin with "so."
Dependent on the young reformers. If a sequel, where to
plant what has already bloomed. A class of would-be
underlings has risen despite mispronunciation of a market
trend. Wrenched from foreground, where a portrait has long