I do not enjoy the popular trend in modern
poetry in which words are disgusting and too many of them result in the accumulation of bad karma. So, especially in response to the Lorine Niedeckers but also a bit to the William Carlos Williamses, I have written an objectivist poem.
Trade Off
note cards &
typewriter keys
scatter
words overflow
from a desk,
shattered
by a pillar from when
the condensery
burned down.
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