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Kim Morrissey

Institute of Found Poetry

Dear Dr. P,

Thank you, thank you, thank you! (Repetition, I know - having taken your course!) You have taught me everything I know about writing poetry (well, actually, Patrick Lane did, but he wrote me a letter back in 1988, asking me not to say that in public anymore).

Here are my first two found poems for you.  I have decided to improve on your technique by taking old, forgotten poems and rethinking them within the context of 21st century post-pre-modernist Marxist  Structuralist theory. I call this technique 'foundering poems.'

Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day?
A found poem (found on page 658, actually)

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed.
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

So Long as Men Can Breathe or Eyes Can See ...
A found poem by K. Morrissey

(poetess*) Year One
The Institute of Found Poetry

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
- not.
So long!

Looking forward to your comments, and to Year Two classes at the Institute ... oh, and I enclose $13,000 towards the costs of publication (you didn't really have to write me such a nasty letter!)
metaphorically yours
(or is that a simile?)
K. Morrissey (poetess)

(*or should that be 'poetette' since I haven't been published yet?)

critical comments:
Is this the Anne  Robinson School of Poetry? --Colin

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Kim Morrissey