I realize now (again - I've done this several times before) that I've been posting these in the wrong order. But suffice it to say that I've been posting some concrete poetry of mine from way back. This is the last one - for the reader it may seem like a first one.
I like the looks of this, but the text doesn't make any sense. I'll try and translate it:
I'm a writer
as you can see
swim boy swim
I write
every
thing
down
everything:
oh fever
why don't thee
forget me
I write
I write:
Joseph
Joe
Matthew
Matt
IWANTTOWRITEAPOEMTOYOU
It is quite peculiar that after all these years I've come across your Pulpetti and some of your "concrete poetry" - a blast from the past! But, reading it now is as enjoyable as it was in the late 1980s-early 1990s when we were swapping poems, big thoughts, and sharing our teenage angst! We wrote but we never met. Glad to find a trace of you in this world of ours!
ReplyDeleteHoly shit! Is it you really? I didn't recognize your name at first. Real blast from the plast!
ReplyDeleteActually now that I thought about it more: how about some e-mails? If you want to, you can catch me at juri.nummelin(at)pp.inet.fi.
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