I was extremely interested in Jena Osman's poem "The Periodic Table As Assembled By Dr. Zhivago, Oculist." I went and looked through it, and wanted to post a couple of the poems I found. I think that it is wonderful how an artist can be so creative with a found poem. I always thought that a found poem would be much like "Ready-Mades," where an artist finds an object that they find interesting, titles it, and slaps their name on it. This is wonderful, though. If you look at the poem online, Osman even gives quotes from Dr. Zhivago about the element, and pairs it with a picture.
Oxygen to Odds |
| workers breathe inequalities realize the air captures their minds and chances |
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Technetium to Take cares | | I was predicted. I was produced. Bombarded, misnamed and found in a star. Celebrity is not easy: False greetings and manufactured warmth. "Handled in a glove box." |
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