Friday, August 24, 2012

Prepared food. What is a prepared poem?

Is a prepared poem one which has been tampered with? As in overly edited? Or so slim and stark that it's astringent to the mouth, to the ears? Can you say, what is the echo's girth of a prepared poem? Is this regional? Is this seasonal?

Considering, some foods are atonal what is the offering for lunch?

1 comment:

  1. MT's page 18

    when ideas become lines
    and lines turn into pictures

    I'm not in line and say so,
    too dreary the prospect of fog.
    No distinct remembrance startled the eggs
    into the sky--we doused the silky hereafter,
    a shout, a subterfuge.