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
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What a fucking asshole. Perhaps civility is on nodding terms with his haemorrhoids.
Those blushing grapes of wrath.
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