silence... wind... mystery...
three gaping holes of emptiness by e. gomringer, from concrete poetry, an international anthology, london, 1967
Labels: concrete poetry, gomringer, silence, the black mystery, wind
Thursday, October 16, 2008
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what great poems! they spurred me to do a little thinking out loud about another of my favorite concrete poems related to sound over at my little corner of the blogosphere, secondnature.posterous.com
you may be interested as i end up talking about Stephen Vitiello coincidentally.
anyway, long time admirer of your work and recent stumbler-upon of your blog! a big thanks,
Isaac
hi isaac, thanks for visiting. yes, these things are always doorways to other things. i'll take a peek at your own blog....
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