Possible futures and multiple observers.
Category: Concrete Poetry
All things concrete poetry: my concrete poetry pieces, posts about concrete poetry, reviews or responses to concrete poetry, there’s even a translation of a text from a concrete poet.
Soul Mind Body
The order depends on how you look at it.
Anonymous / Graffiti
The next installment in projecting words where they usually don’t appear.
Anonymous
Anon
Sisyphus
Up and down and up that same hill.
Dumpster Walk
Walking. Walking. Walking…
People Poems
cuz he walked around everywhere with a thumz up
Inner Thoughts
But there it’s been sunk in my gut
My Own Way
the fates have spoken / so that’s all
A Temptation
you try not looking despite your curiosity
Escape
It’s just a matter / of how many layers / of “me” you release
Window Blinds Session
the more you wait / the more you drown in time // so just smile
Oh, No! Stairs!
Ouch / oo / eh / Oww
Basement Warm-up
This writing is less the craft heavy and prosody poised work that keeps process hidden behind closed doors of the poet’s writing studio and their intellectual hesitance, and more the freestyle, live over home-made beats push for moments of flow.
Back Porch Revel
It was high time / I got out of there
Overhead Projector Poem-ing 5
For this group of Overhead Projector Poem-ing poems I decided I would take my fancy projector to the Wick Poetry Center.
Major Mistakes I’ve Made in Writing Visual Poetry
Then it drops down a vertical line? Why, Dan? Why?
What a Visual Poem “Should” Show
Either it is a face or it is a cloud. Or maybe it’s a little bit of both.
Some Thoughts on Visual/Concrete Poetry
To view a single letter as a thing unto itself.
Eugen Gomringer Translation (partial)
Our time speaks, as every time does, its very own language. It speaks foremost, even when writing and writing a great deal. The contemporary person wants to understand passion and have it understood, and many people—
Particle State of OHM
I start to feel that I am not a part of a line of action, a progression of disruptive movement causing a disturbance in air particles which domino all the way to their disruption of my ears but that somewhere in the middle ground…
Kommisch
Ich bin kommisch
Prime
words are not numbers
Wtvr
naked boy outside Jerusalem