Tag: language
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never sit with your back to a bookcase
i want to say something good like blood into a basin of stars but i’ve stopped listening to myself at least i think i have i am rolling metaphors over & over & something like a simile across the desk i tie imagery into individual burlap sacks about to them drop into a well when…
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the peak of my literary career
as a boy i collected similes or things like them sorted roadside trash by first consonant put couplets of poetry on my bike spokes like playing cards no one understood or knew where i was going but i was on the local news once on my bike jumping 15 trash cans for national poetry month
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Three Ways to Defeat the Bourgeoisie
1. To stop a fire build a fire. Your body caught in flame will be like iron, the notion of iron, and then you’ll realize the body given you by history was never a body at all… To unlock the rest of this poem, CLICK HERE & join the Circus! …
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DOÑA QUIXOTE
Two riders breached her low, eternal wall of books. Tiny, no bigger than the thumb that turns pages. One was long, lean, the small one meant comic relief, she knew. She’s numb to anything but words on paper. Her eyes watch. She knows, perfectly well, they’re unreal. Her…
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Glosa on Romance Languages
AL MARGEN DE MALLARMÉ AIRE DE MAR La chair est triste, helas, et j’ai lu tous les livres Ah, la carne no es triste, no lei todo libro. Jamas se me hartarán los ojos ni las manos. Tan enorme es la hora que yo no la cailibro. …
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digest
Words have never satiated me so I tear the pages out of the thesaurus I let the synonyms synergize my sins and the antonyms antagonize my anomalies And at night I crawl under the covers and the words crawl under my corium they settle in the crevices of my flesh and inhabit my integument the…
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Theo-Poetics – A Theory of the Divine
“Words are flying out like Endless rain into a paper cupThey slither while they passThey slip away across the universePools of sorrow waves of joyare drifting through my open mindPossessing and caressing me.” The Beatles Poetry is that song that lingers in our mind, that earworm that bores into your mundane thoughts. It is…
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That which is binding.
In these times we need something other than a stick, something that reaches beyond the range of mere weapons. The president paused and placed his hand upon a globe, fingers running across the continents. Such things need to be crafted to present the finest point of control without the blunt certainty of destruction…
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Art as a Language Made Visible: the Art of Gregg Shorthand
Art is about sharing the way we experience the world. Art brings us together and allows us to communicate on a different level. When people think about communication, they generally think about speech, but other means exist. Art is a visual means of communication, and my artwork is language made visible, art that speaks to…
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The Internet is not immortal
The way we talk internetology, you’d think we believe the internet’s going to be around forever. The ways we use the cloud, our emails, social networks all point to our basic assumption of internet permanency. But there are things we should consider that factor into the internet’s mortality: Physical property As of now, all internet…
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Storyssentials: Dialect
“De man ain’t asleep — he’s dead. You hold still — I’ll go en see.” He went, and bent down and looked, and says: “It’s a dead man. Yes, indeedy; naked, too. He’s ben shot in de back. I reck’n he’s ben dead two er three days. Come in, Huck, but doan’ look at his face —…
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Penguin Anthology of 20th Century American Poetry
I used to be a poet. Of sorts. At least I used to think of myself in that way when I was young. Now as an adult I rarely find time for poetry, rarely make time to think high thoughts and enjoy language for its primary purpose: intimacy. We tend to favor language for persuasion…