One-Line Manifestos

        Just posted these as a comment to a great little article by Robert Archambeau over at the Poetry Foundation.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Don't pay anyone to read your work.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Don't play their game; make your own.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Shut the door so you can leave.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Dress like a pig and hiss like a snake.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Your poems may be food, but not to the homeless.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Seal each of your poems in an envelope and mail them to random names in the phonebook.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

I am a walking manifesto.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Short of breath is an urgent manifesto.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Poetry is a door; there is no outside.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Everything counts: syllables, words, caesuras, feet, none of the above, etc.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

A poetics of place is neat, but the poetics of silence is real.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Poetry is its opposite.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

An apple twice its size.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Nothing is relative, too.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Soldier on: you're not at war (but if you are, I'm sorry).


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Freak.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Touch.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Sing.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Belch in public and be a peach behind the scenes.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Hold hands and be proud, but don't hold them high.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Don't be proud: You're not the name attached to your poems.


ONE-LINE MANIFESTO:

Your poetry is the garden you will enter when you die.