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The Visual Poetry of Poeticah explores the boundaries between poetry, languages, and traditional with computer visual art.

This is a poem from my chapbook Blue Mundi.

<<Blue Mundi>> Crooked Saying The poeta Dicho had an odd chat with the musician Chueco. Dicho told Chueco, To a bad musician even his fingernails get in the way. Chueco replied, To a bad poet even letters knock him down. Dicho said, They go to see the prickly pear only when it bears fruit. Chueco responded, They walk in the chaparral only when it has no thorns. A calm sea makes a sorry sailor. A calm sea makes a happy sailor. He who grabs much grasps little. He who leaves less samples more. Dicho pointed toward the sky and said, The sun is the poor man’s blanket. Rubbing his thumb and fingers Chueco replied, Money is the rich man’s prison. Better a stride that will last than a trot that tires fast. Better a trot that gets you ahead than a stride that bores. Better to die standing than to live on your knees. You shall end up standing if you resist on your knees. He who strikes first strikes twice. He who talks with deeds speaks twice. Dicho pointed at Chueco and said, Save your help for someone who asks for it. Hitting the table, Chueco replied, Save your advice for someone who needs it. Chueco, why do you always reply with crooked sayings? Dicho, you bore me because you are always so righteous. <<Blue Mundi>>