An Excerpt from PULP: A Manifesto by Jerrod E. Bohn

​Master of the Flying Guillotine
Crane-kick: dogma
that each violence must be art-
fully named
 
poet as warrior
as bawd goating
around until clamoring
for a butting of heads
some pretty name
worth mating over
 
animal noises exacting
martial faith
 
stylized fighting
to cleave skulls
to dance steps
metered, clambering.
 
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The Ariana Principle → The Ariana Solution, reasons Larry
 
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Self-referencing a convex mirror, turns out she had two lilies after all, her bridesmaids all asleep in the bungalow. She played a part-time chef who inspired an axe-murdering chanteuse & this is how transparent all Billy Collins’s poems are, perhaps too easy a poet to dislike. I had to try harder to hate Frost. But back to these flower girls asleep in the blue snow. I remember reading Vikings were really just nice guys, pick up your bar tab, then blood-eagle. The principle is this: the poem’s political dimension plays Candyland like a pampered baby. All entrance, the poem asks no exiting.
 
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