Sunday, January 25, 2009

If Only I Lived In Brooklyn

Like Rod Blagojevich, I find comfort and meaning in poetry.

The editor of POETRY magazine objects to poets calling each other assholes. Am I a poet? I have certainly been called an asshole.

If forced to read a poetry journal, I would prefer to read Vowel Movers.

The Best of Lefty Frizzell

1 comment:

ib said...

What a fucking asshole. Perhaps civility is on nodding terms with his haemorrhoids.

Those blushing grapes of wrath.

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