[Radio 5, summer 2010, a one-line ‘found’ poem]
First, I talked to a man dressed as a dragon.
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But what is a found poem?
I think that the f.p. would make quite a fun diversion, if only I could be bothered (they don’t sound that fun). I’ve written a few centos, which I gather are considered a type of ‘found’ poem; they aren’t really, because you have to look bloody hard to find the damn things.
Pointless arguments: (i) all poetry is found poetry; (ii) all 'found poetry' is not really poetry.