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.' formerly edited by peter ganick. send texts to Volodymyr Bilyk at ex.ex.lit@gmail.com for consideration...
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Thursday, September 27, 2012
poem || Barry Alpert
NAIJA BLUES This woman won do me 419. Girlfriend mama na airforce 1. Abi na my food you wan chop. I no dey wear aba made shoes. Allow the acada o! en think e be professor. Dey scatter my brain yet ginger my swagger.
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