Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Enjambent. How else does poetry makes of itself more?

Letters are the first line of enjambent. One into the next. A word. Another. The line breaks and meaning intensifies. Just listen to the master: Joni Mitchell. Yes, fashion is in the mix. And conversation.


Meals are meant to intensify. Think about what breaks your taste into its sublime echo. For me, all of the above commingles into an exquisite shade of blue. You know who is singing?

1 comment:

  1. wires around the room
    falsetto on the balcony
    far too many cantaloupe
    to eat in one day
    and a book of psalms to ease
    the abrogated boundary

    pair with that a silly gunshy
    cowboy with no leather in his lap

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