Jack Morgan and I had been talking about doing some sort of cross-promotional doohickey between Sorry for Snake and Idiolexicon. He just suggested that I put a note on the Idiolexicon blog saying that the first ten people to comment on it would get a free copy of S4S4 in the mail. But I resisted because frankly, I don't like you people that much. You and I know you don't deserve such an excellent poetry journal just for leaving a lousy comment. So instead, I thought, why don't we revive a traditional poetic form, just like that ghazal guy did for ghazals a few years ago? In the world of traditional Japanese poetry, the haiku gets far too much attention to the exclusion of its buddies. Japanese poets would sometimes use the sedoka form to send each other messages. With the discursive usage and Twitterish length of the form, 2008 clearly has a sedoka-shaped hole. -EH | |
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poem from a vending machine another child visualizes violets music makes attractive commands who is my void speaking to? the dreaming edge can turn it any way you please -Jessica Wickens ¶ In application Praxis is a horse's god. Stationary cranes lift loam. Of transfiguring a horse one says "my country." But the ground unlocks a square. -Lucas M. Rivera ¶ Near Mission Statement Desolate Friday: what's left of a pidgin: set of wings, two red legs, ribcage. For attention he cruises lakes for Lent. Friday: desperate May for strange sex. -David Morini ¶ what is this hot thrill that instant through the school doors away from conditioned air it's understanding what the redbud's trees feel like when spring is finally here -Matt Mason ¶ Pay is blasphemy. Okay, money is mostly our culture's necessity. But art is holy. Cash can't contact the clergy or else we'll have sophistry. -Matthew Melnicki ¶ Maugus/Philips Park III After they tear down the elementary school and leave a retirement home in its place, we don't have a lot of respect for the land. -Adam Rubinstein ¶ Im in ur kontest writin ur japenise forms does you like mai sodoka? I win teh prizes I getz a poem journil Why I getz no cheezeburgr? -Kat Cornelius ¶ Battle of the Sexes Through the Guggenheim the Cremaster cycles, eludes the cheetah with see through legs. One cougar's legs are another cougar's envy. Men don't care, we shine them all. -Myron Michael ¶ Sparrow Marble amble brush-borrowed cone-bit contour calmly lowing leapt-leap-seeing seemed-and-seam sure needle-snap cross-stitched ground-sand-crew a-flutter feather-in further or quarrel queer sand sung-and-sing a-ringing bring slept-peering-to-preen grey ubiquity quip obsequious chirp-to blossom sage purple sight-in-eye seer-me-dearly able able marble-murmur mar-thee-pearly -Andy Nicholson ¶ Service, Please Hey, waiter, I count the syllables of freckles on her shoulders, neck, fingers. I wish you served hope on a platter, made goodbye easier to swallow whole. -J. Bradley ¶ New York for pay I'm so happy in the great white whale, lighthearted and little pills of whisper alright in the my underwear, great portions of probability and the east coast smell of dirty laundry -Stanford Chen | |
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