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the Atlanta Poets Group | ||
- statement followed by author links to poems - With a Wire Sandwich the APG Declare that . . . All poems
impersonate something (take that play dough) not completely alienating,
intensifying the jabber, repeating the react icon at the wet end of
the poem machine, a copper, bronze or synthetic and temperamentally
unconscious screen that receives the suspension of word, pulse or fiber
from the head-box [henceforth this movement is the "refuge communique"
where] I make it a point not to stress out about poetry (fuzzy love
plane beyond all form) or its unintended effects such as the periodically
folding and unfolding, collapsing into itself (clasping as cleaving)
or expanding that puts negatives together [box] what kind is poetry,
and therefore, what next question mark ergo redevelops them into a text
for ordinary folk (a car that floats) juvenating the phonic fun (dire
political) mining sememes for densepack image vibes (thought node potentia)
because inventing america [against] is to prop up the tropes with real
distance: a desert unstorming in the spaces where we read; the tropes
become traps, divide, distract and clobber the globule memes with ah
and sing that the transmeant theorists have peril & history has
a text filled bursting like real timing outcomes for subcutaneous spread
(unfolding, collapsing into) stanza break occurs between interventions,
[body poetic and another body locked in] and doesn't correspond to what
the secretary of defense said on Wednesday (maybe of Fence) when in
doubt, add prepositions for life doesn't occur as a series of nouns. |
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| this issue is dedicated to the memory of Michelle Reeves | ||
| pickle lillies | wire sandwich | links |
| "sometimes you just have to eat what they give you" |
| FEED ME! |