Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Ethopoeia. Is the poem a mirror to the poet's ethopoeia?

Or is this a matter of physics? Never the parallel line shall meet?


Morally, I favor tapas. As in tapas salad. What is that, you ask. Small dishes added together until the color wheel spins. The mouth is no longer morally responsible. Yet gleeful. Tonight I will scrutinize the intersection of tapas salads with the prose poem. Will keep all findings to myself.

1 comment:

  1. Brazen 9

    caution when traveling in the foreign realms

    concentricity, for example:
    subtle deposits of linear circles

    does she?
    or doesn't she

    dance around the impermanent

    rain precedes hope
    makes it possible

    to straddle the dais

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