Poetry Concrete

 




We experimented by putting words and phrases randomly together making odd and sometimes lyrical connections - this was a favoured mode of expression for David Bowie who used it to construct his songs and many others. It was a favoured way of writing for the Surrealists and Dadaists. 

This is one of my favourites by Mat.


Limping postman

slow pensioners

I went to ask what mattered.

Daylight,

the clouds, the river

silent

and their tears

in the middle of me.



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