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, December 24, 2012
prose poem || Edward Nichols
The scarecrow expelled the fire from hell to a recess of cold conundrums. Piecing together, realizing the object that tries to gobble up the golden chain.Sweet getaway for the clearer apprehension of the illusion of his materialism.
Wandering amongst the archetypes that fromulate their libido seclusion as the illuminati watches the eye of the pyramid blink. Hoodwinked nation is not what it seems.Calculations contribute to theI Ching to coproduce the scapegoat of the Babylonians whores contention.Excelled exalted visitor from Carl Jungs buoy on asea of the collective unconscious.
The roses are a concervative glow. Eons of tantamount neglect summoned the extreme rebuttal of sociopathic rape of the mind- I willmake you hurt. enedohes have degued towards the gate way of Lady space the Directive realizing the shock wave value at buy one get one.Sincerity at its worth as I made labyrinths of tell-tale signs.
Waltz the eternal dance of mankind. A constant charade. An obscene abstraction of hollowness. The wisdom of wisdom is realizing you're not wise.