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Damn, I Am Completely Out Of Dried Thai Bird’s Eye

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Damn, I Am Completely Out Of Dried Thai Bird’s Eye

Happy poets who write found poetry go pawing through popular culture like sculptors on trash heaps. They hold and wave aloft usable artifacts and fragments: jingles and ad copy, menus and broadcasts — all objet trouvés, the literary equivalents of Warhol’s Campbell’s soup cans and Duchamp’s bicycle. By entering a found text as a poem,…

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