The "real" Ray Craig sez: "I did not revise the original poem that I did not write but I tagged it with swimsuits." We here at Verzion Two call that a re-vision. Click to see larger verzion.
Monday, January 5, 2009
"Ray Craig"
The "real" Ray Craig sez: "I did not revise the original poem that I did not write but I tagged it with swimsuits." We here at Verzion Two call that a re-vision. Click to see larger verzion.
"Jeff Harrison"
Issue One:
BLAMING NIGHTTIME
By "Jeff Harrison"
Lighting nighttime
Blazing
Blamed
The high days
The immature signals
Verzion Two:
A THOUSAND DOLLARS IN NICKELS AND DIMES
By Jeff Harrison
nightling alive
due
time, chain newly
night wing
nigh
days, one night
nightling signals
due
days, two delays
night blame
nigh
time, chain lately
BLAMING NIGHTTIME
By "Jeff Harrison"
Lighting nighttime
Blazing
Blamed
The high days
The immature signals
Verzion Two:
A THOUSAND DOLLARS IN NICKELS AND DIMES
By Jeff Harrison
nightling alive
due
time, chain newly
night wing
nigh
days, one night
nightling signals
due
days, two delays
night blame
nigh
time, chain lately
Sunday, January 4, 2009
"William Freind"
Issue One:
CONCEALING HEALTH
By "William Freind"
A movement of
values
A sigh of
images
Lost values and enthralling
souls
Verzion Two:
WHIMSY IN THE SACKRETE
By Bill Freind
A slur of
pretexts
A snort of
filigree
Nostalgia and the nothing
not there.
The "real" Bill sez: 'I love Verzion: I think it’s a wonderful send-up of the way in which the Name of the Author continues to dominate all forms of contemporary poetry. So why am I writing this? First, the name of this author is incorrect: the poem is attributed to William Freind and I always use “Bill.” Second, the poem uses a few words I would only use with heavy irony, e.g., “souls,” “lost values.”
'Sincerely,
The Poet Formerly Known as William Freind'
[Editor's note: Both the original and the "re"vision of this poem involve hanging indents. Blogger doesn't like them, and I can't figure out how to make it. ]
CONCEALING HEALTH
By "William Freind"
A movement of
values
A sigh of
images
Lost values and enthralling
souls
Verzion Two:
WHIMSY IN THE SACKRETE
By Bill Freind
A slur of
pretexts
A snort of
filigree
Nostalgia and the nothing
not there.
The "real" Bill sez: 'I love Verzion: I think it’s a wonderful send-up of the way in which the Name of the Author continues to dominate all forms of contemporary poetry. So why am I writing this? First, the name of this author is incorrect: the poem is attributed to William Freind and I always use “Bill.” Second, the poem uses a few words I would only use with heavy irony, e.g., “souls,” “lost values.”
'Sincerely,
The Poet Formerly Known as William Freind'
[Editor's note: Both the original and the "re"vision of this poem involve hanging indents. Blogger doesn't like them, and I can't figure out how to make it. ]
Saturday, January 3, 2009
"Larissa Shmailo"
Issue One:
A ribbon
Its mournful ether
Her yellow confusion
Its precious glory
- By "Larissa Shmailo"
Verzion Two:
[untitled]
A gibbon
His joyous onion
His scarlet legion
His happy region
- By Larissa Shmailo
A ribbon
Its mournful ether
Her yellow confusion
Its precious glory
- By "Larissa Shmailo"
Verzion Two:
[untitled]
A gibbon
His joyous onion
His scarlet legion
His happy region
- By Larissa Shmailo
Thursday, December 25, 2008
"Joseph Harrington"
Issue One:
CONFOUNDED EPOCHES AND THIN HOLDS
By “Joseph Harrington”
The information of wilderness
A flimsy headquarter
An inconclusive stake
Creating existence
Slight and confounded
A price
A trade
An epoch
Like a word
In recrudescence
A thin act
Arise
Red and absent
Animated and unanimated
Of desolation
An English of holds
To swing
Make and vitality
Rest
Verzion Two:
CONFOUND IT
By Joseph Harrington
Live from the National Info Wilderness,
Flimsy Stake presents “The Animal Scene”!
Hard rice thumps onto grassy knolls at head
quarters. This much we know: the color red.
Arise o fully-armed recrudescence machines,
making all that money from the golden crows:
Substance sucks an english of holds, a thin act,
it features ones and notones, quick & dread –
Mother gives us work to keep us warm. Thank
you, nature dear: that’s how it guns and goes!
The “real” Joseph sez: “I didn’t like all the abstract nouns in the original, but there were some swell phrases – or ideas for phrases – in it. I also think I ‘got at’ a fractal thematic pattern in the original, even though these are two very different forms.”
CONFOUNDED EPOCHES AND THIN HOLDS
By “Joseph Harrington”
The information of wilderness
A flimsy headquarter
An inconclusive stake
Creating existence
Slight and confounded
A price
A trade
An epoch
Like a word
In recrudescence
A thin act
Arise
Red and absent
Animated and unanimated
Of desolation
An English of holds
To swing
Make and vitality
Rest
Verzion Two:
CONFOUND IT
By Joseph Harrington
Live from the National Info Wilderness,
Flimsy Stake presents “The Animal Scene”!
Hard rice thumps onto grassy knolls at head
quarters. This much we know: the color red.
Arise o fully-armed recrudescence machines,
making all that money from the golden crows:
Substance sucks an english of holds, a thin act,
it features ones and notones, quick & dread –
Mother gives us work to keep us warm. Thank
you, nature dear: that’s how it guns and goes!
The “real” Joseph sez: “I didn’t like all the abstract nouns in the original, but there were some swell phrases – or ideas for phrases – in it. I also think I ‘got at’ a fractal thematic pattern in the original, even though these are two very different forms.”
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