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POEM BY NARI visual poetry from the cyberstream |
" H o w d o y o u l i k e y o
u r c r i t i c a l
"How do you like your critical analysis?"
a n a l y s i s ? " h e a s k
e d w i t h a h o s
he asked with a hospitable air.
p i t a b l e a i r . " U h ,
d e e p , p l e a s
"Uh, deep, please."
e . " " I h a v e j u s t t h
e t h i n g . " H e
"I have just the thing."
p u l l e d o u t a t h i c k
b o o k , " D e r r
He pulled out a thick book,
i d a , " h e s a i d , s m i
l i n g , " a v e r
"Derrida," he said, smiling, "a very good year."
y g o o d y e a r . " H e p l
a c e d t h e b o o
He placed the book into a very large blender,
k i n t o a v e r y l a r g e
b l e n d e r , t o
topped it with a cap, and pushed "atomize".
p p e d i t w i t h a c a p ,
a n d p u s h e d "
After a considerable racket,
a t o m i z e " . A f t e r a
c o n s i d e r a b
he clicked 'Off' and asked again,
l e r a c k e t , h e c l i c
k e d ' O f f ' a n
as he headed for the cups, "Cream?"
d a s k e d a g a i n , a s h
e h e a d e d f o r t h e c u
p s , " C r e a m ? " P b N