I’ve really been enjoying reading new stuff from Levi Asher nearly every day now that LitKicks has an subscribable feed. His piece today called Found Poetry reminds me how I always care what the text is everywhere. I don’t like web addresses that have “template.php?query=splunge” in them. I like the words to make sense, to look good, to not be informative, or to be imaginative. When x-pollen was my personal blog, the archive was called tubers. Now that my personal blog is at xianlandia, which is named after the discolandia and similarly named Latino stores in New York, the archive is called te-amo, a brand of cigar often advertised in the signage of corner bodegas. (Bodega was an even earlier name of my journal.) Words mean things. I don’t like it when they don’t:
We sometimes find poetry in the oddest places…. Where have you ever found your own found poetry, if you have found any?