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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Errata


For praise, as far as praise exists,
as any satire: simple, but addictive.

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Ian Whistle

Winnipeg concrete/visual and experimental poet. Hasn't been in Manitoba for quite some time.

Appearances in filling Station magazine, CRASH: a litzine and 1cent, and Shadowy Technicians: New Ottawa Poets (Broken Jaw Press). Chapbooks with firsth&books and above/ground press. Editor/curator of the revitalized occasional journal of visual/concrete poetry h&. Author of an abandoned blog. Contact: ian.whistle [at] gmail.com


poems and essays online

  • on Judith Copithorne, for many gendered mothers
  • AngelHousePress / National Poetry Month
  • Moss Trill

publications

  • from Anomaly (Spacecraft Press, September 2014)

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