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 firstname.lastname@example.org for consideration...
Monday, October 22, 2012
poem || Jeff Harrison
In The Museum
Antarctic fidelity to mere sequential scaffolding in the museum
in the museum fakes wake up & accept the duel the original order of these events is not always easy to find, still Alexander Pushpin pays his respects to revolving refutations, specious boulevards, a collection of marvels buried in the ground - in the museum
in the museum prearranged words have been dispatched in a number of books, chance them, Alex, not in part, was it you who was leaving horses wrapped in furs on the steps?
in the museum, Alex Pushpin recalls a Mark Twain novel where after every hymnal verse, scamps mutter the words "under the covers"
in the museum the giftshop would elsewhere be known as the Lost & Found
in the museum is where I'll finally win your heart, Mrs. Back Money Muses!
in the museum, yes, Mr. Black Honey Moses!
in the museum, whoa, the Thousand-God shoulder is forever a shining house
in the museum you can see the same thing twice
in the museum stands a guard who will not let me see the Monets unless I intone the words "ivory closing waters hungering cheeks glow"
in the museum they will set your shirtsleeves to music