project Q The Favorite Poem Project www.favoritepoem.org is pleased to re-open the online invitation to tell us about a favorite poem. Beginning today, you can fill out our online submission form and share your favorite poem with us: www.favoritepoem.org/text.html Your contribution will become part of an important cultural record—a database of American favorites—and would be considered in any future plans for print, video, audio or online applications... We hope you’ll take the time to write a bit about your favorite poem! Good wishes, Maggie Dietz Project Director ***The Favorite Poem Project is a non-profit entity. Any information you offer on our website is used exclusively as part of the Favorite Poem Project. The Favorite Poem Project will not share your information with any other organization.*** 000911 ... splinken i've started playing with found poetry. you get something that's already written--like stereo instructions or a refrigerator note--and you chop it up and rearrange it. today i've been making silly poems out of emails. bra ha. haha. 001009 ... Brad Sounds like the verbal version of musique concréte. 001009 ... nocturnal I am a project bitch. I am also an uptown nigga 4 life. 010503 ... Black Hunter For many many years I’ve tried to run but I can’t hide no more My mind is eagerly anticipating for some murder ho Shank got the mother fucking shank is what I’m all about Diary of a madman so hear me as I take them out Fuck got the mother fucking pot as I be smoking for Knowing no so madness so look the killer in his eye Take me out my misery I’m dropping deeper to me knees Death me day is come keep my finger on the limb and squeeze V-i-o-l-e-n-t m-a-d-m-a-n bitch S-t-i-c-k and Ima reaching for no panic switch Life is kinda hard to swallow so I eat it bit by bit Most don’t know what they fucking wit they fucking wit a lunatic Deep in side my mind I light a candle life is meditating Never ever gang related still I say pre meditated Mentally disturbed my mind don’t think I think I wanna die I can’t live my life and pay no lie my shit up in the light Got me living so I guess I got nowhere to turn Bitches on these nuts because they want the fucking ensiern Tell me give it up that my life is a fucking waste What them bitches don’t know is that the mission is a lonely place Visions in my head gotta hunt them all across the nation Deep up in a straight jacket suffering from the medication Most in my mind trying to find me a piece of mind I want my fucking momma still I got my fucking 9 Basically hit got me mixed up in the fuck shit How black a devil keep me labeled as a lunatic How will I live I don’t know that’s a tough decision Lock me in institution and send my black ass to prison This is my life nigga but don’t put no blues on it Like the money in my pocket bitch I’m losin’ in 060802 ... three words project parallel_worlds oh_i_want_you_i_want_you_i_want_you 101216 what's it to you? who go blather from