The moustachioed carp's
whole wisdom is: O.
Shouldering the air
like an acquatic Atlas,
adding diacritics to
the surface ripples' text.
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May
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- Niblung doggerel
- How I learned to write
- The world
- On my own name
- 0-poem
- Saturn and melancholy
- Purity of intent
- On Lucian Freud
- Repose
- Volsung
- Sitting poem
- Spicer says
- Death of Tragedy
- On the Edibility of Africa
- Yin Utopia
- Marshalsea
- Artistic creation
- Götterdämmerunging
- Gas
- Gradisil poem
- TARDIS
- Change
- Good things of day begin to droop and drowse
- Valhalla
- Round the Horne
- Roots
- Translations
- Thoughts occasioned by Dickens's Christmas Carol
- For compromise
- Wipe the beak
- Sets
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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