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"Poetry ends like a rope."

      "song writ on a potsherd"

   this wight wearied early
   of the widescreen sideshow
   noodles along lidless
   left with hefty flotsam
   in side pocket podcast
   puts his chamber blamefest
cannot beat the rogue bailiwick
   that says: thwart-mortgage

"...her brief but pointed account of the rise of de-versification counts the line break, abandoned by prose poets, as another lost form of mediation."

"Through the worsening night
he howled horrors at the hopeless watchers;
swore to end them on the edge of his sword
in a morning massacre: that he meant to offer
their bodies gaping, to the Battle-Father
on the gallows-trees, a game for the corbies;
and they mourned in their sorrow."

--Rahul Gupta translating Beowulf

On the Study of Wretched Subjects.