My holiday readings are scattered about, and it’s hard not to be distracted with the goings on in GENIUSVILLE (which stupidity threatens to engulf us all), but one of the more gentle amusements has been cruising thru the pages of Kris...
a flarf poet aims to say nothing at all yet be understood this poet always fails the celebration of successful old poets is famous evening dinner gown svilver pantaloon goblet of glistening crescendo stiletto dagger in the open mic air flarf...
ooh what a contradictory mess. bjm + fart + bandwagon + idiot wine + corck + bagawan at 6 to midnight. what about the water pissstol? i think there is a sort of revolution about to happen. I always think this....