Clientology

Posted by Dave Bonta on September 19, 2008 (last modified at 8:50 pm, 9/19/08)

Our clients

We’ve launched our first monthly contest at Postal Poetry — a sort of high-brow version of that blog staple, the caption contest, but with a choice of ten stunning images to pair your poems with. Rampant nudity is involved.

By the way, for a naked, unpoemed version of the above photo, see Visual Soma.

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5 Responses to Clientology

  1. Dana says:
    September 19, 2008 at 11:23 pm

    Nudity??? Oh … right.

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  2. SarahJ says:
    September 20, 2008 at 7:22 am

    i notice the creep in the photo is also buck naked.
    is that allowed on the internet?

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  3. Dave says:
    September 20, 2008 at 9:13 am

    is that allowed on the internet?
    Barely.

    Reply
  4. christine says:
    September 20, 2008 at 11:45 am

    The mantis looks like it would like some action with the shadow mantis!

    I’m looking forward to writing some caption poems for Fernando’s work. His images are already poetic all by themselves, naked as you say, with lots of visual metaphors. He has a great eye.

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  5. Dave says:
    September 21, 2008 at 6:40 am

    Christine – I appreciate your enthusiasm for Postal Poetry. Other contributors are going to have to work pretty hard if they’re going to have any chance of unseating you as PP’s most prolific contributor.

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