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Warren Falcon

Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA

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Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA

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'I, Minimus, a boy,
withstood the spelling bee.
Lost the word, its spelling,

E-q-u-a-n-i-m-i-t-y.

So tread I to the apple tree
where the dreaded bee hums
night and day, tells me to be gay.

Mute, I fled. Running still, away.'

Warren Falcon

Saturday, May 14, 2016

Topic(s) of this poem: memoir

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Joan Woodbridge 18 May 2016

OK got here right away this time. Minimus, this is a maximus poem! Mar loves the story and the word play. Me too. I am taken by its spareness, its bareness, its pathos. Thanks Warrent

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Warren Falcón 16 April 2019

Right! Instead of Maximus (Charles Olson's ongoing project tho he's dead these many years) I am Minimus (f'real) , autobiographical account(s) with very few discounts. Olson was a master wordster and his shapely tongue and mind spake and thus poetry in a very American tongue.

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