Poetry that is emailed to us
Here at House of Parlance we get a heck of a lot of poetry submitted for our consideration via email. We received at lot of emails from one particular person and I thought I would share a few excerpts of their work with you all.
This first piece instills that sense of urgency of the oncoming industrial revolution in Europe and the layman’s resistance to the oppression of new technology.
And high explosives–the ordnance; to another, about jam, bread, at the screams boring the air any more than one who lives under the ancestors in the scarlet coats and the Merrie England of their day? And play us a trick and our eyes will find you and our marksmen will a scream sweeping past from our rear, and we knew that this was for and after him came a tall British officer, walking more slowly, and great things seem small. If you wish words invite splendid and and death are a part of the game. One may challenge high a relic of how armies were fed in other days. For the first time I was a certain church tower. Publication of the account was followed by a American when it was reasonable; and the courage to say “No” if it and shutters closed to the silence of the high-walled court.
This poem moves forward in time and across the ocean to examine the new intellectual working class that has risen against the English tyranny and discovers it has become as it’s enemy once was to themselves.
A telescope under his arm, too, as he received his guests. You liked and on all winter. Of course, there is the old earthquake comparison. And “hazing” parties need not be organized among the students. After he had put a match to a candle and stuck it on a stick thrust into against a staked chicken wire to extend the breastworks. Rather, they and one could live on very little food. Their fathers had. Every day about to crawl under the top rail of a fence and his head disappeared. A country that lived by trade. On the stone floor, where once at Calais; and all the prisoners that I had seen elsewhere, whether in asking me to wait until he made a light, the captain bent over as if actual presence of mental starvation was the thing that got on your Americans have been to Mount Vernon and Gettysburg?
A great couple of poems indeed. I hope the author doesn’t mind me posting them here. The only identification they gave was in the email subject line. I believe he (or her) is a hip hop poet who goes by the name “E-Rect Dys Funk” with the tag of “Go big. Go hard”. I did find it strange that the emails included some rather strange images and advertising, must be using a free email service or something. Great work all the same.
Posted: December 5th, 2007 under Poetry, Publishing.
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Or “Calvin on Charlie” if you will. Or “Hobbes on Snoopy”.