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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in ergo sum hominus

16. facesso

i work

my eyes water
my back hurts
the moment is
endless.she's
at home naked
thinking that
i am not with
her. but this
is work. i am
dreaming what
of green eyes

of rosey lips
of kisses and
of kisses and
of kisses. On
her neck. But
there is work
to be done. I
try to forget
I try to love
empty. asleep
far away. but
my dirty desk
is despair in
particleboard
clothing. Sin
is sitting. I
know she's in
bed. Naked. I
know she's in
bed. naked. I
should leave.
Work. Work. I
must love and
love more and

 

Alcuin of York - on May 18 2007
I thought I had already commented on this briefly. The typeface and justification are perfectly onomatopoeic for the subject. As for the writing itself – there’s nothing particularly well-crafted about it. It isn’t bad, but it’s not particularly inventive, rhyming, metrical, or alliterative. Also, there’s minimal imagery. This piece has value as an entire entity, rather than as writing per se.
Alcuin
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