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Brian Kalkbrenner's Foul Feelings is the closest thing in English, spiritually, to haiku that I can possibly think of.

[The Case of Archie 12 & 10]

The chickens are purifying their system, purging it of corruption. Meanwhile, the chickens who willfully refuse to answer the bell are seen as impious, as negative, as renegades.

We all have our ways of dealing with the unknown, I guess. Apparently cartographers used to write “Here be dragons” on sections of uncharted territory, especially oceans.

I'll read a poem about death, sadness, and strife, and in some cases, the suffering of the speaker, and then meet and converse with the contented and well-adjusted poet.

The Scattered Rhymes podcast was making itself a home at THEthe. In anticipation of the coming podcast, we are reposting the old episodes from the Scattered Rhymes website.

It’s getting later than it’s ever been and the sonnet is nearly over: do you know where your closure is?

[Ode to the The]

The more things same, the more they same the change.
Things change by staying the same.
Things stay the same by changing.

Whitman seeks to establish a taxonomy of poetry, a system classifying what is good poetry, what bad, but the structure he establishes keeps collapsing.

While all this is magical, it’s really just a sideshow to the main attraction: For 10 straight weeks, I have all the free time in the world to write, write, write.

A focus on the human person allows White to cut right to the heart of cultural issues without getting lost or tossed around in the media firestorms that accompany cultural events.

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If you’re going to talk about such things as parallel universes, multiple lives, determinism and free will is not the video game a reputable analog?

There should be a warning on the cover of Moby-Dick. Beware, it should say, reading this will require blood.

We are always towards an abstraction, one way or the other, but the use of detail, how we emphasize or mute, or play with an image is at the heart of contemporary poetics.