Tag Archives: Linguistic Experiments: Poetry

Even the Grass (The Samizdat experiment poem #2)

Posted on July 17, 2017 by Andrew

It’s true, I’m going to be publishing a few of The Samizdat poems out of order. If you want to always get them in order along with occasional awesome broadsides of the poems designed by Jaime Questell, you can pledge … Continue reading →

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The Universe of Obligation (The Samizdat experiment poem #4)

Posted on May 5, 2017 by Andrew

This is the fourth poem of mine published on The Samizdat, my Patreon journal-experiment designed to promote political poetry and give to charities at the same time (the money raised divided between the poet and the charity). If you want … Continue reading →

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Song of the Grave (The Samizdat experiment poem #1)

Posted on February 20, 2017 by Andrew

So, I’ve started my Patreon journal experiment in political poetry/charity. If you want to know all the details re: THE MANIFESTO and THE ACTION PLAN, then direct your attention to this link: The Samizdat. For $1 a poem (up to … Continue reading →

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The Samizdat

Posted on February 9, 2017 by Andrew

Hey! My name is Andrew Kozma, and if you are reading this blog post, you probably know who I am, or who I have been, or who I wish to be. Namely, a writer, a poet, a novelist. Apologies for … Continue reading →

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I am French! I am musical!

Posted on June 25, 2013 by Andrew

In my regular trolling of the internets (as in fishing, not as in purposely making enemies, though I suppose those fishing boats do make enemies of the ocean’s wildlife and one day, mark my fishy word, the finned and gilled … Continue reading →

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On Complexity in Poetry

Posted on March 10, 2011 by Andrew

So a man walks into a bar and asks for a drink.  The bar tender drinks the bar. The man is left empty. I’ve been reading Kay Ryan because I’m writing a series of blog posts about her for Inprint.  … Continue reading →

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On Being an Angst-Ridden Thirty-Something

Posted on March 3, 2011 by Andrew

The sky is dark. My heart is death. All the trees have fallen on their blood-red leaves. The above, before you ask, is not a poem of mine.  Yes, I just wrote it, and yes, it is poetry, but don’t … Continue reading →

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On Dividing Into Two Distinct Selves

Posted on January 24, 2011 by Andrew

I had planned on writing something else here today. I had planned on writing somewhere else today.  But then it rained. I had planned on getting dressed today.  But then my closet was a cave of moths. I had planned … Continue reading →

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On Write 1 Poem… And That’s Pretty Much About It

Posted on January 18, 2011 by Andrew

As you all know, this year is the year of Write 1 Sub 1: a year-long project in the spirit of Ray Bradbury where affiliated persons write a story a week and submit a story a week. I am an … Continue reading →

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On Science Fiction Poetry

Posted on January 10, 2011 by Andrew

I just had my first acceptance by an out and out science fiction magazine! Unfortunately, it is a poem. (What they accepted, not the magazine itself, silly.) This is unfortunate only because I’ve been trying to get SF stories of … Continue reading →

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