Once again, in honor of National Poetry Month, here's a poem I think is interesting and beautiful (if also problematic in its way). It's a concrete poem by F. T. Marinetti, author of the Futurist Manifesto--another beautiful and deeply problematic text. Like others concrete poems, this one always helps me think about the role of both vision (since shape is so important here) and hearing (since onomatopoeia is a key part of poetry of this type) in the production of meaning in language--beyond more simple word=meaning processing. Anyway, here it is:
Also, three and a half years ago, over at the always fantastic Institute for the Future of the Book blog, Dan Visel wrote a deeply fascinating post about "tabs" and nonlinearity, which involves Futurist poetry like this. It's absolutely worth a read.