I'm not sure I linked to this wonderful e-book by Robert Fiterman: This Window Makes Me Feel. he read some and talked about it when I saw him last spring in the Demolicious Reading Series. this work is touching, odd, funny, chilling, make your own selection of adjectives. it also can answer those who feel that googled poetry co-opts. I see no co-opting in here. I hear variety in the voices, see people awash in distances and differences, and feel a touching connection. nor, to reply to another claim against 'this type of writing' is there anything mechanical about this work. Fitterman googled on the the phrase this window makes me feel, then collected the responses. I quote at random:

This window makes me feel like an unemployed useless lump. This window makes me feel guilty like I’ve committed some horrible crime; the spider never did anything to me. This window makes me feel better when I convince myself that I am not angry with the Lord but with myself. This window makes me feel great; it reminds me of when I was doing lots of exercises and felt good about myself. This window makes me feel like I’m all out of options, that I’m so poor and cheap I think I might cry but I need new shoes and jeans and shirts and shit real bad. This window makes me feel sick and grossly irresponsible, so I will hunker down and berate myself for a few hours.

such momentum and embrace!