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The small press comes in many different varieties. I like to think of certain websites as small electronic presses and in the forefront I'd place "Moving Poems."
In this edition, the poet Kevin Barrington is bringing it with a humor as sly and wry as his knowing little smile. Of course, this originally appeared on the not-so-small-press Rachel Maddow blog (still, Moving Poems is drilling down to those of us crouching in corners, across the room from the keyboard, without cable, scratching the backs off mirrors - so it's new to you), so many of you might have seen it already. But on the off chance you didn't, here you go, with text to follow for the Gaeliclly challenged.
I Love The Internet - Kevin Barrington
Opium to DeQuincy
Sin to Milton
Congo to Conrad
Aran to SyngeI love the internetCastles to Shakespeare
Deceit to LeCarre
Dublin to Joyce
Marketplace to ChaucerDid we say
‘Daffodils to Wordsworth?’
We couldn’t forget that.
Or mounted jihad to Tennyson
Or the weird wild wonder
of the whole g** damn show
to DylanI love the internetWild, lewd, bawdy, bullying, smelling of cats.
Cranks, crank, meth, conspiracy, snipers, knoll.
Fascists made cartoon on ripe digital soil.
Erudite waltzing with trite.
In eternal ballroom
Dedicated skiers on seas of trivial loon.
Self help soma screaming thinnin tv hair repair.
And always the smiles of the filippino brides
And promises of untold nigerian riches.
Flashing wheel spinning ace poker squared
You Have Been Chosen
Somewhere down there in the fly fishing section
the first faint whispers
(If ears are right)
of hushed talk
bold revolution.I love the internet
all.Boisterous Brughel medieval market.
Futuristic Middle Ages
And offset, whispers
wood.I love the internet.
Cos it’s ours.
through a telescope:
ten cents worth of fogIssatranslated by Robert Hass
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