[Radio 5, summer 2010,
a one-line ‘found’ poem]
First, I talked to a man dressed as a dragon.
* * *
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.
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