So this is my vulgar plea for more that is less, for that which is sans lyric, sans meter, sans form, sans author, sans polemic, sans poetry, sans poet, sans everything but poetry.

But what his “editorial” choices reveal is that marginalia itself is a kind of dress rehearsal for authorship. Whoever writes in the margin does so with at least as many motivations as whoever writes…

In an ever changing and increasingly depressing internet landscape we, the collective users, have learned to restrain our expectations...And yet, within this vast ever darkening digital ocean one human island remains: Craigslist.

There’s a poetics of deflation at play: deflating expectations, deflating ego. I enter, say, Abject-Oriented Anthology with my smart theory boy hat on and realize it’s a flip-book.

The digital poem “plays with a sentence spoken by the comedian and actor Gabriel Iglesias on the documentary series Inside Jokes — ‘And the next thing you know, there’s Mexicans in Canada.’”

in violet dusk and the eclipse child’s singing. . .

we are in the middle of a bloody, heartrending revolution / not western civilization, but civilization itself / i have just realized that the stakes are myself