From the id kid. Thinking about the relationship of the consonant to the Canadian poetic aesthetic. From lyric to avant gard, we love dense sound. And movement. This poem gallops, canters, struts, turns, and preens and turns and preens.
So, one relationship of consonants and sounds with or without meaning is about beauty. Or, how gap toothed beauty might be. Lovely is limited. Or what does a poem value beyond the lovely movements of the tongue?
Wondering too, how the way this poem is built might be similar to the way a conceptual poem is built. The collection of phrases. The accumulation. The found. The blend. The parlay. The envole? Is this found content or found sound and does the form necessarily signify a lyric sensibility? What if these phrases were passed through a mixer?