An ordinary traffic warning of the potential for high winds in the south of
But, observe the found poetry herein: the way that VIOLENT springs from the cloven VENT, like Aphrodite from Jove, with an internal rhyme that seems positively familial, if not incestuous.
Rejoice in the stentorian hudibrastic of VIOLENT(violence) and DEFENSE, which in its oracular simplicity reverberates with joycean connotations and imputations.
And even more sonorously, metaphorically, this cogency warns us to prepare for the turbulence we inexorably approach: the Winds of War, Tsunamis of Debt, Cyclonic challenges . . .
Yes, this is Found Poetry . . . maybe I should not claim to have found it . . . some nameless bureaucrat in the French Hiway department has been charged with conveying this message . . . has he taken care with it, or dashed it off? Did he consider its import or was he perfunctory?
All Art is Found . . . but you have to be looking! Was this bureaucrat looking, or am I the first to see it? So often, when you find what you did not know you are looking for, did not realize precisely what you would find when you came across it, yet recognize it immediately, as the Truth-with-a-capital-T . . .
It is Luck, to find it, but Luck is when Preparation meets
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