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...
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
haibun || Sheila E. Murphy
Nobody does small things anymore. I watch visionaries turn to television; as a member of the viewing audience, I lose myself. The woman who "does" voices gradually ascends beyond the normal range. I have subscribed to her, and now I take part in receiving relics for a price. I love their personality. Daylight affords aquiet weather background for larger things transported from a state of fodder to the spooled release of raconteur. Last night,a single sheet of paper summarized the regal figure of my youth, who formed stories and was every person's friend. She was so large; and life, so small. Calm as weeds, trimester number three, the range of notionable buttons in a tray.
To have been birthed, a teacher interrupted mid-sentence, merely prodded to begin again