on some mechanical contraption madeUmmm, this particular poem is having difficulty with just the first dimension.
by engineers intent on miniscule
flights of original—although retrograde—
technology—high-powered by fossil fuel.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Serial Sonnet: Rose-breasted Grosbeak Act 2
Just thinking out loud here. If painting is a two-dimensional art (2.5 for Pollock), why should poetry look to it for inspiration. At least architecture is 3-D. Fiction adds the fourth dimension of time into the picture. Poetry needs to find that fifth.
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