tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21152926436185534262011-11-02T04:05:41.500-07:00This is an experiment. A tracking of growth, digital rings on the tree that is my poetry. A way to explore the poetics of the world and find where mine fits in. Watch with voyeuristic delight when I succeed, or when I stumble. I am a carnie barker now, tantalizing you with the wonders and horrors of life of a person who wishes to be a poet; who wishes to find a ground between the the contemporary and experimental to stand on.chris.inkspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486156052225411327noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2115292643618553426.post-88826025292292880452011-02-01T11:18:00.000-08:002011-02-01T11:25:40.869-08:00I've decided to start fresh from scratch. Two years of words have been deleted flushed down the pipes of the internet, where perhaps they are building a small fort in the land of discarded things. I recently realized that my approach, my understanding of poetry and all that that encompasses was wrong. So these antiqued views (not to mention filled with atrocious grammar) had to be let go. So I have decided to start fresh finally, at 33, beginning to understand a small part of poetry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2115292643618553426-8882602529229288045?l=chrisinkspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chris.inkspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04486156052225411327noreply@blogger.com2