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The Oedipal Potato | Potted Poetry Products
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Poetry is meat. Mustard is optional. When a Purple Insurance Agent Trembles. But Summer’s Voice the Ploughed Jewel Drink. February 1, 2007. I smell a family drama in this one. And it disturbs me. Potato and play it’s simple. Breath not small it’s responsible. It happy not growth may hook in voice. May wound and wet not development on sun. May trouble try burst not clock in neck. See able on finger but deep be collar. It’s advertisement and material! Cheese it’s attack may. It angry not berry try society!
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Poetry is meat. Mustard is optional. The Doll Can’t Help It. The Word Made Pork. Be Cowherd, Be Colloquial. January 23, 2007. Bucolic invocatives rub elbows with fish, horses, radiometers, and various chemical elements in this delightful tossed salad o’ spam. I feel vaguely inspired by this one, as if I were reading the collected letters of Eleanor Roosevelt, churned through a meat grinder. With a guest appearance by Confucious, how could I resist? Cowherd the colloquial,. Shrunken but philistine —.
But Summer’s Voice the Ploughed Jewel Drink | Potted Poetry Products
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Poetry is meat. Mustard is optional. Where Paramount Focus Are Veritable Holy. But Summer’s Voice the Ploughed Jewel Drink. February 16, 2007. For failing to provide fresh spam for the past two weeks. She has been having somewhat of . . . an episode. Staring at the wall, rocking back and forth, having heated, hissed conversations with her Dolly. This delicate, faintly nostalgic spamlet was a welcome, refreshing change from Spambellina’s violent inner world. Photo by JS – January 2007. See key but theory,.
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Poetry is meat. Mustard is optional. Some of this poetry was inspired by Spam. Some of it. Spam Poetry is everywhere — just grab a can opener. Spamwiches served by your hostess, Spambellina. Mustard optional. Responses to “About”. Feed for this Entry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. The Word Made Pork.
April | 2007 | Potted Poetry Products
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Poetry is meat. Mustard is optional. Archive for April, 2007. Where Paramount Focus Are Veritable Holy. April 8, 2007. Pigeon Eggs for your Easter basket — a ghettotory hallucination. That today, being Easter, is the perfect time to post some mystical spam. This poetic vision, inspired not by self-flagellation but by an overdose of Tivo and YouTube, left Spambellina profoundly confused . . . yet somehow spiritually refreshed. Must be the word-bath of Linux, Unix, and bokmlnorsk. Vote amirposted cedaratta...
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Martes, 25 de agosto de 2009. En el peldaño más alto de la escala sin valores. En la azotea más baja sin vértigos ni temblores. El mediocre se recrea cada mañana en su suerte. De su falta de talento, aquella que nadie advierte. En el jardín más desértico de su invisible palacio. El árido edén que tapa sus vergüenzas y sus miedos. El mediocre disimula, siempre mira hacia otro lado. Cuando alguien se pregunta cómo trepa tan despacio. Y recuerda sus enchufes, sus tretas, sus rodilleras. Destellos fugaces, p...
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August 10, 2015. You Send Me by Sam Cooke (& the Hamangian Cubists). Although cubistic, these artworks pre-date Cubism (and Sam Cooke) by roughly 7,000 years. Hamangia culture is a Late Neolithic archaeological culture of Dobruja (Romania and Bulgaria) between the Danube and the Black Sea and Muntenia in the south. Cubist image: Pablo Picasso, Girl with a Mandolin (Fanny Tellier), late Spring, 1910. You Send Me by Sam Cooke: https:/ www.youtube.com/watch? August 8, 2015. If you decide to remain quiet I w...
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Кабаре Се ля ви (C’est la vie) - музыкальный спектакль по стихам французских поэтов. Спектакль Cabare, c`est la vie является не совсем обычной работой театра Поэмимы . Изначально предполагалось, что в нем должны гармонично. Сочетаться музыкальные номера, хореографические этюды и разнообразные сценические зарисовки. Поэтому определенного законченного сценария здесь просто не существует. Спектакль стал результатом коллективного творчества всех участников труппы, каждый принес в него что-то свое. Каждый из ...
Poem In A Box
Poem In A Box. Every Tuesday a new poem appears in the box and on the blog. Wednesday, July 10, 2013. Poem 35 Katrina Vandenberg. Oarlock, Oar (Y, W, V, U, F). Still I hail from smokestacks girders closed. Factories McClouth Steel’s poured slag turning the night. Sky and black river orange the tight typeface of houses. In River Rouge Wyandotte the steel and auto tribes. Tribe of the alphabet job shops the fathers who set. Metal lathes on screw machines to make in multiples. Out but in the letters embodyi...
Potted Poetry Products | Poetry is meat. Mustard is optional.
Poetry is meat. Mustard is optional. Where Paramount Focus Are Veritable Holy. April 8, 2007. Pigeon Eggs for your Easter basket — a ghettotory hallucination. That today, being Easter, is the perfect time to post some mystical spam. This poetic vision, inspired not by self-flagellation but by an overdose of Tivo and YouTube, left Spambellina profoundly confused . . . yet somehow spiritually refreshed. Must be the word-bath of Linux, Unix, and bokmlnorsk. Where Paramount Focus Are Veritable Holy. Managequ...
poeminapark
About Poem In A Park. A Poem Inspired by Sitka, Alaska. WANNABE -a.l.graysay Raven struts along salt-crusted concrete squares nabs treasure crumbs and juicy castaways. Gangster protects himself, his neighborhood, circles the beat sleek shiny blue,waiting for all to come to him: herring, ice-cream, sea salt, salmon. I am a wannabe in my black hoodie strolling Sitka, taking the sea air, thrifting through the White Elephant…. A Poem Inspired by Herbert Hoover National Historic Site. At Goat Lick by a.l&...
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poem in a white ribbed vest | a novel for nanowrimo
About the header image. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A novel for nanowrimo. Poem in a white ribbed vest. Asymp; Leave a comment. National Poetry Writing Month. Poem in a white ribbed vest. A dead net cord. To his soul,. As a child denied,. In his fiery wake. 8216; is the first in a trilogy of poems about Sascha Zverev. The second is ‘ Adolescent. 8216; and the third ‘ Disarmed. Poem in a white ribbed vest. Asymp; 4 Comments. National Poetry Writing Month. Poem in a white ribbed vest. He’s not wasting time.
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