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Eryk Wenziak
since feeling is first
pity this busy monster,manunkind,
All in green went my love riding
a pretty a day
a man who had fallen among thieves
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
O sweet spontaneous
nobody loses all the time
let it go—the
love’s function is to fabricate unknownness
luminous tendril of celestial wish
now all the fingers of this tree(darling) have
to start,to hesitate;to stop
true lovers in each happening of their hearts
o to be in finland
when serpents bargain for the right to squirm
when faces called flowers float out of the ground
Spring is like a perhaps hand
red-rag and pink-flag
stop look &
suppose
darling!because my blood can sing
i sing of Olaf glad and big
in spite of everything
the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls
all ignorance toboggans into know
nothing false and possible is love
Thy fingers make early flowers of
who knows if the moon’s
a clown’s smirk in the skull of a baboon
rain or hail
this mind made war
these children singing in stone a
sonnet entitled how to run the world)
here’s to opening and upward,to leaf and to sap
one’s not half two. It’s two are halves of one:
little tree
you shall above all things be glad and young.
my sweet old etcetera
All lines, including the poem's title, are first lines of e.e.cummings poems, taken from 100 Selected Poems. Grove Press, Inc, First Evergreen Edition, 1959 (Index To First Lines, pgs. 120-121)
the apes - a newspaper blackout poem
Two Variations on Carlos’ The Red Wheelbarrow
I.
ehT deR abeehlorrWw
os chmu ddeenps
nopu
a der eehlw
aborrw
adeglz hitw ainr
aertw
bdeeis eht ehitw
ccehikns.
II.
20.8.5 18.5.4 23.8.5.5.12.2.1.18.18.15.23
19.15 13.21.3.8 4.5.16.5.14.4.19
21.16.15.14
1 18.5.4 23.8.5.5.12
2.1.18.18.15.23
7.12.1.26.5.4 23.9.20.8 18.1.9.14
23.1.20.5.18
2.5.19.9.4.5 20.8.5 23.8.9.20.5
3.8.9.3.11.5.14.19.
Author Notes:
Section I: Organizes Carlos’ poem by alphabetizing each letter of every word of the poem, making sure to preserve all spacing, punctuation, and line breaks.
Section II: Organizes Carlos’ poem by converting each letter of every word of the poem to the corresponding numerical value of that letter in the alphabet. (For example, the letter A corresponds to numeral 1, while the letter Z corresponds to numeral 26.) All spacing, punctuation, and line breaks have been preserved.
Original poem is as follows:
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
HEXview - a printer-error poem
Inbox: June 29, 2011:
1. 8:08 a.m. (email selling Viagra from the Netherlands)
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2. 10:16 a.m. (spam from Nadia in Russia)
Hello, my sun, you do not have a girl?
"I was completely free!
Click here!
3. 1:56 p.m. (email regarding ‘singles’ in my area)
Find HOT people in your town!
Click here to find out what makes Eryk hot? 102998 , 234982 , 487209 , 488789. How
HOT is Eryk this second? …
A found poem composed from three emails received on June 29, 2011. All punctuation, grammar, spacing, and spelling have been preserved as per original emails.
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