Grass&Gravel Times
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
 
Somthing to share and think about.

What man does not know,
Or has not thought of,
Wanders in the night
Through the labyrinth of the mind.

Goethe

"a keeper that I found after I had written this cinquain."

Problem

Try this.
Write poetic
syllable algorithm.
Turn number into muse words. Think
Goethe.
 
The Grass&Gravel Times is all about how mindful bicycle riding on grass and gravel creates a poetic vision. We will keep track of new developments at the, Northern Great Plains Poetry Message Deconstruction Zone where the words, spatial presentation, phraseology and margins are tested and presented in the context of cycling-mind-space explorations of the Dakota Denizens. Contact me by email

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