new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
OR ... purely European, turn-of-the-last-century vintage:Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.Pound, of course. "L'Art, 1910":-)
Some people say pound for pound, the Idaho Kid was the best poetry pugilist to come out of the west.