Finished reading: Daily Sonnets by Laynie Browne đź“š
I think of my (now latent) poetry practice as “exploding head haiku.” A kind of stream of conscious game of absurdist connections. This collection aligns thematically. Warping the weft of an established form through the rhythms (or lack thereof) of modern life.
No surprise my favorite is the minimal absurdist image that feels like a divination of sonnet 134
Catalhoyuk’s Place in History
(Two-Fourteenths Sonnet)O late sanctum of gold-eyed snake
Pink construction paper upon which you eye me