Friday, September 9, 2011

Poet Milking Sacred Cow




Victual Reality, Or How American Poets Are Turning
The Poem Into Tripe


Merle’s
hag-

gard
old

sagging
cow

belly’s
gone

to
pot.


The photograph late April 1975, half-way through a coast-to-coast motoring trip from Seattle to Boston; the poem twenty-some years later—maybe our titillating poet should have thought twice before regurgitating it.

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