animals including humans are more akin
to sonnets or quatrains or even limericks
than to free verse that next of kin to eerie
chimeras sprouting from the convolutions
of neurons by themselves not much given
to wild imagination but collectively rather
prone to going off at an angle but having
said that angles should not be attributed
to curvature or the latter will be lost to the
sharpness of distinction between a goat
and a snake and a lion (breathing fire as
Homer asserts with metrical consistency
in a long epic poem to an author by such
a name attributed not quite consensually
but even so inspired by the oral tradition
of even earlier times the word iambic an
offspring of ia an earlier than Greek term
for yell a rib in the corset of formal verse
later embodied in rhythmically marching
lines of verbal soldiers to win or lend the
ears and minds of those fashioned from
genetically determined meetings of more
than minds (or less as trends of thought
may dictate) so that now to add injury to
insult this block of brick-shaped lines of
verse is being hurled at panicking panes
to sonnets or quatrains or even limericks
than to free verse that next of kin to eerie
chimeras sprouting from the convolutions
of neurons by themselves not much given
to wild imagination but collectively rather
prone to going off at an angle but having
said that angles should not be attributed
to curvature or the latter will be lost to the
sharpness of distinction between a goat
and a snake and a lion (breathing fire as
Homer asserts with metrical consistency
in a long epic poem to an author by such
a name attributed not quite consensually
but even so inspired by the oral tradition
of even earlier times the word iambic an
offspring of ia an earlier than Greek term
for yell a rib in the corset of formal verse
later embodied in rhythmically marching
lines of verbal soldiers to win or lend the
ears and minds of those fashioned from
genetically determined meetings of more
than minds (or less as trends of thought
may dictate) so that now to add injury to
insult this block of brick-shaped lines of
verse is being hurled at panicking panes
Levi Wagenmaker
(1944 – ) is a retired journalist, living in the Netherlands
for most of the year, and in France for some of it, with three bitches, two
of whom are dogs. Enamoured life-long of language (and languages), for
reasons immaterial to the act he writes poetry in English only, even if he
could most likely manage it in a few other tongues. His poems have been
published on line more than in print, and Google will tell the curious what,
where, and when.
for most of the year, and in France for some of it, with three bitches, two
of whom are dogs. Enamoured life-long of language (and languages), for
reasons immaterial to the act he writes poetry in English only, even if he
could most likely manage it in a few other tongues. His poems have been
published on line more than in print, and Google will tell the curious what,
where, and when.
E-mail:
salman@xs4al.nl
