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It's easy to fall behind with modern poetry. Apparently, Flarf is dead. Didn't know it was alive? Keep up, please. It's all lemur poetry now.
Posted by on December 10, 2008 12:36 PM | Permalink
Out of this mouse mouth clicks the multiple poetics of deterritorialised bloviation - a geometry of echoes.
December 17, 2008 12:08 AM