Sunday, 31 March 2013

Wrong from the Start (Deviant Easter Egg)


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Egg of Columbus: photo by Jacper "Kangel" Aniolek, 27 January 2007
The path of least resistance
is a straight line
but once you deviate
even slightly
the path of least
resistance becomes
that of greater
and greater
deviation



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Egg of Columbus: photo by Jacper "Kangel" Aniolek, 27 January 2007
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13 comments:

  1. vazambam (Vassilis Zambaras)31 March 2013 at 05:15

    February 4, 2012—Le Poet Mauvais having his say:

    “The codes know more about us than we ourselves know. They think we are the virus. Only a deviant would dare deviate.

    Word verifications are the bad poetry of the future that wasn't... still probably superior, however, to the bad poetry of the present that isn't. Or is. All around us. And closing in.”

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  2. Dalriada31 March 2013 at 07:04

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  3. STEPHEN RATCLIFFE31 March 2013 at 07:42

    Tom,

    Happy Easter to you & A !

    3.31

    light coming into fog against invisible
    top of ridge, robin calling from branch
    in foreground, sound of wave in channel

    period not along in feeling
    such events, possibly

    revision of seeing reversed,
    picture shifts, scene

    triangular white peak in blue white sky,
    sunlit green of trees on ridge below it

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  4. Hazen31 March 2013 at 08:35

    Egg-zackly!

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  5. Mose2331 March 2013 at 23:22

    Here's to all the wrong turns.

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  6. Curtis Faville1 April 2013 at 06:04

    Ever try to draw a perfect circle freehand?

    Deviation is a consequence of unregulated genetic mutation. The test of its viability is the success of the reproduced consequence. Favorable traits may achieve continuity.

    Sounds poetic, doesn't it.

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  7. Curtis Faville1 April 2013 at 06:21

    4.1.13

    dawn cracks skull open with sound of
    garbage truck idling at curb, crows
    rip into black plastic container as

    first rays peek over brushy suburban
    ridge, evaporating morning mist into ether

    dribble of scalding coffee sliding down
    edge of cup threatens rough draft

    salvaged by tongue from mortal
    human stain, priceless annotation

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  8. TC1 April 2013 at 07:19

    Thanks, friends.

    By the by, Curtis, as a noted gourmand, you'll perhaps appreciate this.

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  9. Dalriada1 April 2013 at 08:06

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  10. Dalriada1 April 2013 at 08:15

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  12. Unknown2 April 2013 at 09:14

    Whalen drew a perfect circle, a bubble with a feather in it.

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  13. Unknown2 April 2013 at 09:17

    oh and this, that almost passed me by. i was speaking with mom on Easter Sunday and we got to talking, and as i have been in the process of moving (again and again, always and always.) the books are kinda out of place. but there in the place of perfection, somehow it had landed, (through occurence & happenstance) your book Easter Sunday, right there, almost like a miracle on Easter Sunday.

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