and maybe you publish a page of
decision-making rationale that supports your
selections...

 

INTERCEPTED EMAIL CORRESPONDENCE BETWEEN EDWIN TORRES & TODD COLBY

I like your idea of complicating
the algorhythmic hangnail and maybe you publish a page of
decision-making rationale that supports your
selections...or else, we make up stuff about [NAME REDACTED] ...or else
I just go eat pizza
Edwin Torres
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"and maybe you publish a page of
decision-making rationale that supports your
selections..." -ET
Yes!
Todd Colby
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we can make this as complicated as possible, to offset the
profundity of [NAME REDACTED]'s minimalism, eh? all us "editors" can
have a go
how about a word-per-letter-ratio or WPL for each poem
eg. [TITLE REDACTED] consists of 39 letters...ergo the WPL
would be 39 words...of explanation/discussion/argument for
that poem...or if it's the third most popular, we multiply
39 x 3 for 117 words, we'd be unceremoniously cut-off by
the Blorber at a heated moment just as word number 116 is
reached...etc.
or any other systematic derivations of chance
et
••••••••••
I say we also reintroduce the "Todd Colby Has Been Murdered By Edwin Torres" drama that unfolded on the Poemfone & over the skies of Brooklyn and Manhattan circa 1994.
Naw.
I think we should do something like what Edwin's suggesting.
What say ye editor poets?
Rock!
Todd
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hey Todd, you and me are having a private conversation out
in the open...you think they can tell we're here? what are
you wearing?
et
••••••••••
I'm wearing the tilted skirt and chiffon nougat, you know, the one I wore over at the spaklers howling?
You loved it back then.
Boy, it's really quiet in here.
Todd
••••••••••
Hmmm, your picture's still tacked on my wall...tucked
between the licorice splits. You were so loud back then.
Kinda bright in here.
et
••••••••••
actually, I broke the loud habit, but, sad to say, I replaced it with an annoying inability
to speak with enough volume not to be misheard. I'm practicing hard to replace the old tongs with a new
pair of shorts, the bloomer style, with fringes.
Let me dim the lights a bit and put a little Mancini on the deck.
Todd
••••••••••
wait, what was that...
...did you say something?
et
••••••••••
Yes I wa
Todd
••••••••••
Um...yeah...I just realized, you and your supposed lack of
hearing...is this another one of your ploys for attention?
My subordinate desire for your daring a suction that
forfeits caring for truth, just like the old days. How
could I have let you in again, after all this time. Go
ahead, speak up if you dare!
et
••••••••••
You let me in again "after all this crime." What does that mean? My lack of clearing is
not for you diagnose, nor would I ever suggest you forget your caring for tooth, I'm all ears
I just can't always make out what your saying. Forgive me for that, make fun of me if you will,
but don't trouble me with the various projections of your irritated state.
Todd
••••••••••
Oh dear, my lapalogies, Clod. I clever meant you suggest
hat I spit on your hurried slate slap. Iz chust you think,
I mite men, well...how to put thissin most rigt sanj
ekvndkdoflf...yous mesamf,o, whends rilly it wuz musmoth
mithers in rites passage, see? Pleeass hacksept mien
bewildered and moss respek flept empathathmoth moothers,
'kay?
et
••••••••••
iz kay, bun yull be nori if bubble cub, alarnged.
the room is full of water.
Todd
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