Thursday, January 26, 2012

Phoneme. Is there an finite number of phonemes to each poem?

Not in general. Specifically, ask each poem for the smallest bit of distinguishing speech. As my grandmother used to say, "Watch your silk and milk."



In cooking, milk and it's exquisite relative, cream, can make a soup sing of silk.
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  1. sgang123February 2, 2012 at 11:55 AM

    What is Your Deal

    altogether anticipatory and a thread of her own accord
    but no one is out walking at this hour
    a fine how do you do

    And then the racketeering sobriquets, a lame and garnished reality beneath the slinky cloth

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