Exhuming Poet X
Poet X died before he could finish his meisterwerk, the book-length poem The Thyroid Process. "I will never finish it," he said from bed, days before his death. "Bring me a glass of claret," he told his wife. "And my laptop."
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Poet X liked the space bar, Shift-7, the return key. He liked all the keys. He once lectured: "Sometimes I arrange letters into words, sometimes words into syntactically coherent combinations and sometimes nonsyntactic, incoherent combinations."
He was adored by his students.
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Poet X liked the space bar, Shift-7, the return key. He liked all the keys. He once lectured: "Sometimes I arrange letters into words, sometimes words into syntactically coherent combinations and sometimes nonsyntactic, incoherent combinations."
He was adored by his students.
1 RIDERS:
If Poet X were alone on a dessert island, would he be covered in sprinkles? Or nuts?
The identifying ranom word is:
Khlhu.
Do not warn H.P. Lovecraft. Or Michel Houellebecq.
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