Showing posts with label cacemphaton. Show all posts
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Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Cacemphaton. To what good end are vulgarities in poetry?

Should poetry reflect the times? Will the cattle prod replace the pen? Is texting akin to street-speech? Are no words, no subjects off-limits? And who still holds open the door for an old word?


Heat & fire. Chile pepper flakes. Wasahi. Fresh ginger. Garlic-breath.