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o see l o n g w a y
m a l o n g out
e n n h
d e r i n g r c
y o o
u & me
g
any w h e r e (but).
Image of painting by Juan Gris, 'Still Life with checkered tablecloth' (1915), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label concrete poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label concrete poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
Saturday, May 7, 2016
Open Corners
-So much stuff we have made more than is necessary for Now
W(h)ide i o o
e d r r
(p)e(ek) n
l e s
e r e
against time, where matter builds up s e
v h r k
e e o i
nooks & crooks t n
m e g
O secure c
r t t s
e u e h
h free d e
t e from se l f
harbored t
a e p e
n i r
l
a w edged i f
(re) stuck in a spot n o
m h u
o u u p n
t p t lost and
e a
cubic
possibilities. qui(e)t
Image By Kuroda Seiki (1866-1924) [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Literally
Image courtesy of Unsplash by Florian Klauer"_A _Typewriter-Apart"
Literally
Who knows What To Do Where or When;
exPLODing (inside)
disconnected t-h-o-u-g-h-t-s
u s a d d w s a o n
p n o n b u d
Darkness
"Speaks"
then you start thinking of a
Question?
That has no _________.
Re:
*Fine print: Hidden truths
complex conjugation (-1)
If only you’d listen-but were interrupted
To: A Lyrical & Limber Linguist
w/ a puzzling e*c*y*pt*d message
I'm pleading!
Don't let me f
a
l
l
//behind,
trying to comprehend this poem that never seems to end...
(figuratively)
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