The optimum population is modelled on the iceberg- eight-ninths below the water line, one-ninth above” – Huxley- Brave New World
What is to come
as in what is the becoming of us
the whirring world grits its teeth
in the fly wheel – bare fanged
elements deflect with fur and silver foil
before our eyes populations
fizzle
pop and
p olariz e
into a tail spin
dives
the
tick-tock
continuum
narcissists are all dead-heading echo systems
come and meet disaster at anarchy’s triumphal arch
fecund to the core burrowing masses penetrate
a black and worm holed Janus looks beyond
witness s p a c e whip up a premier league of sales
Oh age of momentous miniaturisation
small is the new orange
Björn challenges us to venture into concrete poetry, to abolish syntax, use onomatopoeia, metrical dissociation (free verse), and compress writing without lyricism – for Meeting the Bar with Futurism
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