[…the
poet’s] entire body promises to satisfy our every whim and fancy
while
we wait for his creative juices to start flowing once that first course
arrives.*
You say
This fare is a bookworm’s
Unforgettable delight
Easily digested, my friend—
If so, why then
At the end the taste
Of gritty grubs ruminating
On tips of tumescent tongues?
*Blurb by one Randall Cann
Standall on back cover of the Complete
Poetical Works of X.S. Wasserbildj-Vandersluis, publisher unspecified.
Moderator’s
comments: I don’t know about you guys but I’ve just about had
my fill of Cinquor’s tasteless and tiresome efforts. The next time he sends me
something like this, I’m going to return it to him with the following instructions
(in block letters) on the envelope: DROP
DEAD, WRITE LATER.
Devilishly delicious!
ReplyDeleteVassilis,
ReplyDeletedon't be so hard on Huuk. 'Satieted corpses': why, he's talking about conceptual poets!
why be so polite when replying to "Cinquor" ?
ReplyDeleteand, who IS this "Cinquor", anyway ?
in your reply
you just might
as he last thing
she said to me
the last time that I saw
her ( my Original Muse)
as I was leaving:
"and don't send me any-
more of your stupid fucking poems -
call me next week."
( haven't seen her or talked to her
in almost 10 years... still trying to
figure-out to which poems she was
referring .... wish I knew. anything.
FYI: If anybody’s appetite remains unsatiated and thirsty for more info as to just who Cinquor might be, here’s a good place as any to whet it.
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