Monday, March 19, 2012

Interactive. Isn't all poetry interactive?

Interactive between poet & reader. The poet and the audience. The poet or the reader who misreads a word. Happy accidents and stellar mistakes. A roadmap to editing.


May improv and happy accidents (causing no harm) abound in the kitchen. A memory of the first time I added cilantro to a dish, thinking it Italian parsley. Now, part of the repertoire.

1 comment:

  1. Six Signs

    rustling forgers capstand on the quay
    and I, so watchful at the tower
    who goes where, why doest thou that?
    alas the moon quivers to warn us in winter
    all foul deeds frozen in the moors
    and the fairest soul doth still rise

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