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facebook’s surrealist breton fish bot, what-would-i-say.com
i can’t you strongly enough: play with what-would-i-say.com for a couple of minutes. unlike most of the internet’s trends, wwis is strange and personal, pleasant and exploratory; it’s an idea grinder:
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(phenobarbital and flowers), notes on lucky peach, 11102013
The chef/poet link is an important one in terms of reverence for title and short and small beauties in potentially overwhelmingly complex systems. What makes the connection even more important for the poet is that a cook, or a chef, or whatever (actually what i mean is the opposite of “whatever”), exists in all of…
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“Big Round Tits Played Like Flutes / Every Single Number is a Metrical Unit”
There is no war buy buy buy Ode to What Charming isn’t it? How here, high, second storying There can be none. How here, high, expanded in cowardice Rubbing temples like Ginsberg at the phallic lamp HEROIC My curiosity piques at a distance and murderous is Curiosity, suddenly I’m speaking East Coast Spanish Universe-sized droplets…
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QUOTE, draft 100520131220
unlicked filth on bentbranch fingers & a chemical thin residue lean waits to be pleased across his mottled brow & thensudden cheekbone spikes no gleam. despite his mottling hair a swamp alive & long ago wet precious & fragile as a cradle unprintable man loved at impossible distance and when & when wise brown eyes…
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QUOTE, draft 092720131931
It’s a gift, reading your smells, the Oils on long green fingers, distinguished From the chemical thin residue Leans, waiting to be pleased Across yr brow, the sudden spike Of cheekbones. There’s no Smell there, despite — Yr hair, swamp alive & long ago wet, precious & Fragile. You, an unprintable man Loved at an…
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Command-W
The greasy, banister-cool Hand props up some very mediocre Problems Type the word Face Enter The computer does the rest This Is no way to live.
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23 People Who Will Make You Care About Poetry in 2013
as long as someone’s talking about poetry, great. give them capes; see if i care.
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improv for problems, playoffs and plumbing [draft 2, 042220131826]
Tin helmet to the blindside crumbled Week-old Italian bread Crushed over fresh arugula Titan got hit. His mind green jelly baby pureeSquishing squirt of hot butter candied Prophet peppermint pate Look up from the pain Airbus A380 sky streaming, lickable bright Cotton confetti a candy grey cloud, giving up.
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morning, 040820130548
Total darkness, like youthis a beast to be eliminated.Dread beauty crawling eastacross county lines, redripped hands and ragged knees. A thought here, dilated in the past:Her fading eyes swipe at the horizon Like the loose threat of a rising sun.
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