Good Google trouves, Andrew.
Maybe we should all look inside ourselves for found poems - detritus,
refined moments, et al. A self-authoring assemblage of broken parts.
Embarrassment as a form of literary vanity or splashy arrival.
Unfortunately for such, looking inside today, I draw a blank. A kind of Zen
relief to see everything else so wonderfully, profoundly large.
I will take that, or, more truthfully, be taken by that, too.
What googles without Google?
Stephen V
> FOUND POEM
> Google Home Page, 28/04/2007
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> Americans never quit.
> - General Douglas Macarthur
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> To do just the opposite is also a form of imitation.
> - Georg Christoph Lichtenberg
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> There are painters who
> transform the sun to a yellow spot,
> but there are others who
> with the help of their art and their intelligence,
> transform a yellow spot into the sun.
> - Pablo Picasso
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