Whiteacre with God of Love

Wikipedia Poem, No. 671

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the is
that makes
art but
the gone that
twines dimension as has the
gold-treated cheap
not by its job to lead us too
but so easily apparent any old
color—as too easily
apparent—and such a color but this
will not
be so
easy color
but the
way he became
a man to wait

there came a man wait

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Preghiera di Gerace (Manifesto)

Wikipedia Poem, No. 661

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after Mario Merz

y&
simple body
nature current 
dynamism language 
no culture 
no merchandise
misunderstood 
&y

able   to provide material 
was his      earthenworks         as well    
neo-data nouveau réalisme post-war statements of 
ur-minimalissimo        programmed into existence 
poor    povera pobera 
pauvre   arm
бедные 
עני فقير
x

one of his own    surprisingly able    
to give us hope neo-divine
y&y

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Wikipedia Poem, No. 152

scars

“Of that place beyond the heavens none of our earthly poets has yet sung, and none shall sing worthily.” Socrates

                  little fist 
tugging jonathan  call again 
take 
      me 
if she's 
        part of the reason you forgot your forest chest chest chest 

   the ship is anchor’d 
       safe 
and ring 
o bells but 
don't make me weather the prize

    the captain 
lies fallen cold and 
    done that you are

 

Sources: 
- Whitman, Walt. “O captain! My Captain!” Poetry Foundation. 1891. Web. 26 Mar. 2016.
- Apple, Fiona. Jonathan. Genius, 2012. Audio Recording. 26 Mar. 2016.

wikipedia poem, no. 12

it 
       was contemplating the animals 
when invention with a grand 
sleeve fell to where 
the same cat came to the 
       the cat—slow moving 
    a 
         moment—really 
    guards rolled contortion with a tub.

The inside felt 
  freakishly positionary.
       
No tick marks away. Filed away, I 
was 
       that 
     I was looking, or nodding, service’s couldn’t misuse cable 
the powerful steps, each 
times that it 
felt freakishly positive.
behaviors put oddly in unison
and for ages into a large noisy chute made a narrow cubicle 
something 
of the rhythm, 
     or anything, or 
  any rate, 
          the crowded
oppositively 
positively 
  polite facing and adding there 
     were

somewhere

for Adam

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SUBMIT YOUR WORK — untitled literary journal, no. 2

SUBMIT YOUR WORK — untitled literary journal, no. 2

We’ve begun accepting submissions for ulj, no. 2.

email untitledliteraryjournal@gmail.com to submit your art: photos, poetry, fiction or non-fiction. anything will be considered.

this month’s loose theme is ‘digital noise.’

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