My Own Private Ulysses: Making it New with an Ezraku
One of our Hemingway Half-Dozen Prose Poems has been “declined” from a Facebook Poetry Group.
In case it was the radical, new poetic form that was too much for them to handle, we invented a fresh variation on a variation. Many consider Ezra Pound’s verbless, Imagist short-short, “In a Station of the Metro” a Haiku of sorts. In the spirt of Uncle Ezra’s Modernist battle yawp, “Make it new,” we introduce the Ezraku. And yeah, it’s Joycean, of course.
In a Chemists of Dublin
The lemony scent of Sweny’s soaps:
Molly’s yellow cantaloupes.
Stay tuned for more ingenious innovations.
Same delusional time, same grandiose channel.