File under: Leaky poetry

Last week on Harriet we saw the similarities between the strategies of WikiLeaks and that of the Language Poets. Now, over at Detainees Linh Dinh highlights WikiLeak's public face Julian Assange's forays into prose poetry:

Do electric sheep dream of f16's?

In the morning, the call to prayer rises from mosque to citadel, the sun lights the haze into a furnace, glowing and aglow, casting long golden shadows into dusty streets, where swallows swoop on blinking gendarmes, while above them young girls water roof top sheep and pigeon boys climb their hutches to wave great checkered flags at distant points in the sky.