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Pedro Poitevin
@poitevin.bsky.social
Experimental poet and theoretical mathematician.
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#palíndromo del eclipse.

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I wrote ten million palindromes, each one of them in the form of a sonnet and assigned a unique index. You can generate one at random or click on any line to cycle through the various possibilities below: #poetrypedropoitevin.com/ten-million-...

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This sonnet for Kurt Gödel is, letter-by-letter, a palindrome from start to finish. #poetry

A Walk with Kurt Gödel Late, plain Arcadia lost, far dot deliver! Le dogme, open ode, pool, idle if. Put salt on mirror rim. Laud not a sliver of straw on devil's eye. Flow at one riff. Low, midair, as no omen, I fled north. Gilded rib's trap. Mist. Sacred roses. Ire. He, rife. Rife, I negate, slip upside worth. Oh, trowed is pupil. Set a genie fire. Fire. He rises. Order casts, imparts birded light rondel, fine moon's aria, dim. Wolf. Fire not! A wolf eyes lived now arts, for evil sat on dual mirror rim. Not last upfield, I looped one poem. Gödel reviled to draft, so laid a cranial petal. Pedro Poitevin
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Yours truly, interviewed by Anthony Etherin at the Penteract Podcast. Topics: meaning-making in poetry; the devolution of the sonnet; marginalization of formal poetry; sinister aspects of claiming all art is political; a bilingual sonnet within the genome of a cat. podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/t...

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An insomnia sonnet with palindromic (or mirror) rhymes: keep/peek, emit/time, wolf/flow, loops/spool, part/trap, doom/mood, peels/sleep. I wrote it under the bedroom skylight. #poetry

Under the Bedroom Skylight Scanning the sky this way and that to keep the light those distant galaxies emit, we sense our insignificance—how time dissolves like snow on seawater. We peek beyond Andromeda and dream a wolf gazes at us with quasar-eyes and loops around while night unwinds the cosmic spool. We lie intent on stillness but still flow. We seem to stay together but we part. And as we spiral into mindless doom, our fingers meet and weave a mellow mood that thaws the rim of Morpheus' trap. Your index leads the way through clouds and peels away the layers of darkness till we sleep. Pedro Poitevin
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Ten Million Palindromic Sonnets. If you click on the link, you will be able to generate them. #poetrypedropoitevin.com/ten-million-...

I wrote ten million sonnets yesterday, each one of them a palindrome, I swear. And even though most people do not care, I did, ten million sonnets in a day! You look dumbfounded and you say, "No way," but this is no tomfoolery. I dare you: visit now my wicked website, where the sonnets can be read or thrown away. And if you do, please read each sonnet twice, once forwards and once backwards, to ensure it does have palindromic symmetry. Thought you might say you don't believe your eyes, your eyes won't lie when witnessing it, pure delight in form and playful sorcery.
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A meta-palindrome that would like to be a poem. #poetry

This image contains a palindromic poem titled "Idle Declaration." The poem's content, which is, letter-by-letter, reversible, reads as follows: Til spun, we spool. Lives drown in woe. We fill an abyssal gap. Art—as I told a sad lot— is a trap, a glassy, banal life we own in words' evil loop, sewn up, slit.
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In total of letters, I boast of having a hundred at most. And also at least. If true and if pleased, I hope you will like or repost. #poetry#limerick

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Pedro Poitevin
@poitevin.bsky.social
Experimental poet and theoretical mathematician.
51 followers15 following11 posts
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