Monday, September 19, 2011

Qwikster

so much depends
upon

a red back
ground

streaming with
movies

beside the white
Netflix

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William Carlos Williams penned the above poem in 1923.  It is often considered his masterwork, and as such it has been the subject of much analysis and speculation over the years.  But no one truly understood what it meant until yesterday.  Seems pretty clear, in retrospect.

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