After The Orgy Of His Ending — Dark Matter

he was laid out like a meal on a picnic table. How swiftly he was torn and butchered! If you lay a feast before some folks they settle right in and devour it. I’m certain he was spoiled, spoiled early, spoiled rotten; I never could have thought to drag a tooth over him. Seeing him picked […]

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Operative Definition

“Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.”

– Mark Strand

“Poetry is what gets lost in translation.”  – Robert Frost

“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.”

– W.B. Yeats

Operative Definition:

The poet is a cannibal

She must gnaw all the meat from the bones

Then suck up the marrow

 

Bisous,

Léa