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...
Monday, December 3, 2012
poem || Jeff Harrison
The Doors the doors closed, nor will they l-ong p-e-rsist, the doors th-e doors / closed the third time a year later - they've long p-ersis-ted, have / the doors the doors closed "I'm helping y-o-u all I ca-n, the doors" the doors from the futur-e will not help me, still I'm help-ing you all I can, the doors I nod my head "yes" no har-m seemed to come of it, to the d-o-o-r-s the character The Doors, in whose galaxy limited m-ention is made of / the doors, is Fortunato walled in pond - th-en h-e'd answer to the name Mr. T-ime Super T-ime Engine T-ime y-ou yourself answ-er to Fortunato's ne-w name, Mr. Super Engine Time I s-aid "ne-v-ermind", Mr. Super Engine Time