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Not Everyone Will Get It

We Catalogos.

We are vision yet we are wish

we our web we are won (always won)

We are receiving this from a dish

We are relevant visions apparently destructive

we are second to none with always assumptions

We ourselves with our unique devotional style and function

Orient most of all mediums and malls

With a high holy flip-switch mobile cause

We catalog, design, we redesign.

Inspired by email spam.

xxx

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Posted October 14, 2009

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What the Butler Saw

(if us come speaking)

a traveler sought a meeting for use in the present

and in future catalogs and museums.

into the mouth he peered and examined speaking distance

and that did he then emanated and vanished right there in the room.

a few footsteps away was a door that reflected things. it said Be Good.

the joints were encoded experience machines.

xxx

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Posted October 14, 2009

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The things I do for you...

as we wake here

to the honey hands w/ the higher frequency meanings,

to the subvocal modifiers with all that newfangled lectricity

crawling inside the pipes and sea breezes

as we wake here wrapping our bodies around our lips,

unimpaired, unbridled, in season

all the can't blossoms come back as can uncategorized, debriefing

they do this over and over and over...i don't know why.

i don't know if they remember it and if they don't why not,

and if they do what then and what's your thought? where do you stand?

i don't know but i swallowed a dozen butterflies and bees, honey pot,

running around all day shooing them off

your snow white sandy beaches

and hollow tundra, and rain runoff,

running round running off phantoms holding jumping bean hearts

in their giant hands in their fancy sports cars and celebrity golf

Though not all I can surely say that some of them were rotten,

yet they were gorgeous and wore bikinis made of cotton.

the things i do for you...

xxx

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Posted October 14, 2009

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Her Mistaken Wife Identity

her mistaken wife identity

survive but do better than that

will the winter sun

generate love and make it dirty

it's fun. wear a disguise.

will a resolution win an unknown prize

the unfaithful see aging and faint

because they forgot they could fly

ride a bike, swim a mile, race.

xxx

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Posted October 14, 2009

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Oboes

Oboes

their decay and occupation really had you down,

had you really clinging to it like a clown

as in sticking to it like a stamp (sad)

the american light, language, rights you should've had

I tried substitutes but them poems know the real meanings

I left some for you in a room in another meeting

I am happy to report they are confined by neither skin nor log nor ivy league porch or ceiling

I am happy to report they fear no quarter nor mortar and much nor mud nor sheetrock border lynchings

I am happy to report there is nothing worse than a whiny clock and much better nor worse a holy order bitching

and by the way these maps do bear a torch and handmade stitching

and very often may offer every tiny garden windoway the heart pin pinching

They are simple and short. They say you are here, and you are. They say we are a part of the cinching.

xxx

Inspired by a cut-up of old poetry journal pages

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Posted October 14, 2009

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Lola Dupré

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Lola Dupré

Jawdropper.

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Posted October 14, 2009

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Ambiguous poetry has a mystery that fascinates

Concrete Poetry by igor-nz

Poems without a definite meaning tend to engage a reader's attention more than those that can be clearly understood and analyzed by the intellect. Ambiguous poetry has a mystery that fascinates.

Consequently, a poem about an impression, a mood or a feeling works better and is more profound if it is not immediately understandable on a rational level. In other words, there is a distinct inverse ratio between comprehension and enchantment. If a poem has a mystery or obscurity that defies any final understanding of its message and significance, then in my estimation it exerts a strong charm and is in its own way a highly satisfying artistic achievement.

Ambiguous poems need not always be a lyric or a ballad, which tend to focus on a single emotional state. Narrative poems, too, can possess some ambiguity about the events or circumstances, such as the case in Poe's "The Raven." I derive a greater pleasure from this type of narrative poem because I can go back to it again and again and read it with further speculation and new insights.

Layers of meaning
Poems without a clear-cut idea offer us multiple layers of meaning, and as we grow and mature in our wisdom and experience we can always discover deeper truths in them

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On Poetry: Ambiguity of a poem can create an enchanting mystery

by A.S. Maulucci | The Norwich Bulletin

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Filed under // art collage poetry

Posted October 12, 2009

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