What if someone were holding a timer and you only had 75 seconds to write a poem, a kind of 50 yard dash with poetry, a kind of slap-dash. This is your week for shimmy-shimmy improv with word locutions. Brave the waters, race out under the disco ball, go all out. Hurry, right now, type it and hit the button "post"!From Orlando Gonzalez Esteva, In Praise of Scribble (translated by Peter Bush, 2005):
Scribbles are the lianas of the forest of our selves. Clinging to them, the primate still in us frolics free. Keywords: poem, slapdash, [poet's tagging nickname]
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