Seems like just the other day, I

finished something. But , no: I just began something new. And got distracted...

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This is the most egregious example I can think of, where the web's way of handling text is pure frustration: spatials.

The cludge I've used is all but useless. Making a painting out of the poem...

The lines of a poem should look a certain way, shouldn't they? Their shape says something also. The arrangement is -we've all been taught- part of the experience; and what most easily distinguishes poetry from prose. The web takes the paragraph as the basic unit of text, for good reason. But the poem has a logic of its own; a logic that requires more.

Well, programming code and tables do too. The compositorial urge shall not be twarted.

sureAnd then there are accidents

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Don JacksonOakdaleFTL Saturday, July 5, 2008 8:10:24 PM

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