Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Richard McBeef



For the record, Nathan is no monster and Steve - thank you for the toe sympathy.
Today, I feel like Cho Seung-Hui gives poetry a bad name. He's a good example of why I don't like emotion in poetry - it invites the worst kind of emotional folks - the ones who think it's there place to make others experience/suffer from their feelings.
Anyhow, here's a doozy of a poem that I unknowingly dictated to Nathan during a rousing game of the Wheel.


#17

Linguine with
red claw
sauce.
Just claw
sauce.
Red claw
sauce.
Oh – but
red is
purple. How
‘bout that?

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