On Prose Poem as a Form

Sarah Burgoyne : short takes on the prose poem

The more I learn about prose poetry, the more emphatically I can state it has nothing to do with margins, postcards or quirkiness. Like Rimbaud states of a morning of drunkenness (something akin to the prose poem spirit), “Cela commença par quelques dégoûts et cela finit,–ne pouvant nous saisir sur-le-champ de cette éternité,–cela finit par une débandade de parfums.” Or, in Ashbery’s translation, “It began with disgust and ended in a panicked rout of perfumes.”


And so for day 3091

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