the red cliffs hung, stinging
#concretepoetry
the red cliffs hung, stinging
#concretepoetry
No field too wild, no sky too tame,
‘Fieldwork Precision’—more philosophy than name.
In the annals of tomorrow, it writes itself,
A contradiction perched upon your shelf.
Forget the mundane, embrace the bizarre,
For here lies a product as strange as a star.
Asemic Tarot 154 & Interpretative Reading
Great power struggles. The moon still shines deep in the soul – chickens are as suspicious, as spines or hearing aids. Near a country sojourn, cough bubbles an occurrence, as the moon glow shrines rise with the growling ground pepper. Squirrels are distrustful, ash towers talk with red lights. Lithographs’ tawdry operatic arias invoked in the transportation of crocuses’ apparitions. Ammonia roars beneath the Blue Devil. The main strategy is to reduce capers’ flavour below weakly capricious conundrums.
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I had a great time writing for the Winter ’24 issue of Monologging with @JFbarken and @sakitheartist.
We did a second series of “distillations”, condensed poetic studies of exemplary passages by other writers.
The inimitable @LauraKerrArt even created a visual poem based on The Tyger!