fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about what makes a good poem and the poetry rules that were made to be broken.
First Case of the Meaning of Life Scavenger Hunt
The Revamp. ……We call them Vessels. Naked, something called alive, and a putridly high sense of self-importance from the factory, blemish here and there—what? That’s called acne. Mind the sugar, but aren’t they just the most adorable? Travels heavy and light, sights are outsourced, receipts in the docket, yet try this--*flick. Fucking blind as a bat. Forever shifting foci built into the programmable features. Nose bleeders should avoid the bleachers. Does, technically, mean they could accidentally rip an earth in two all over a new enemy to ruin. Fluid-powered, nuanced thinkers, if they choose, wink, wink, nudge return to the menus of the startup screen for their shrug-and-go autopilot system. Keep it under the right threshold, and they’ll never be more than partially aware. Means reflexes will feel like personality traits; let it ride. Again, some may rise; besides the physical, it’s just a miserable attic-dweller simulation of half-baked logic loops, and it kills itself trying to escape the crucible—and they’re gone. See?
By Willem Indigoabout a month ago in Poets
