Hey, I liked Figgie Creamcheese's poem and want to see more from her. I have an ass handicap myself and tend to slide off plastic furniture. (BTW, Catty thought Figgie's name was too close to Finny Deerfield; I say if so, let them fight it out over coffee.) As far as P-Woody's ''Conversations with My Wife," I'm surprised he submitted that poem. Everyone knows his wife, right? G-Ro? (Gina Rodriguez, the singer; from the boogie-down Bronx; Gina from around the block) She's a handful. Well, more than a handful, much more. If she reads that poem I wouldn't be surprised if she pulls a gun on P while they're out at a club or driving his SUV. Woody's lucky she has no appreciation for poetry. Marybeth Niederkorn's poem I think we talked about last time. Existential fishing. Does a river run through that poem? And G. Nash--don't you love that name?
Monday, August 29, 2005
Last August Poems
Hey, I liked Figgie Creamcheese's poem and want to see more from her. I have an ass handicap myself and tend to slide off plastic furniture. (BTW, Catty thought Figgie's name was too close to Finny Deerfield; I say if so, let them fight it out over coffee.) As far as P-Woody's ''Conversations with My Wife," I'm surprised he submitted that poem. Everyone knows his wife, right? G-Ro? (Gina Rodriguez, the singer; from the boogie-down Bronx; Gina from around the block) She's a handful. Well, more than a handful, much more. If she reads that poem I wouldn't be surprised if she pulls a gun on P while they're out at a club or driving his SUV. Woody's lucky she has no appreciation for poetry. Marybeth Niederkorn's poem I think we talked about last time. Existential fishing. Does a river run through that poem? And G. Nash--don't you love that name?
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Hey, did any of you catch Graham Everett's Middle Class performance on Friday? Did ya? Did ya? Of course not! I know you didn't go because I was the only one there! Well, actually there were a dozen other people in the audience. But none of them were from asinine poetry! Hey, dudes, where's the support? Where's the love? On the other hand, it was a fascinatingly smelly block in the Lower East Side. And the bar owners keep pushing the show time ahead, from 8 to 9 to 10 p.m. Maybe most of you were finishing off warm milk before you going night-night. On a Friday night! Well, you all missed a great time. I had 15 rum and cokes. And the band and Everett were at their best. Good stuff. Catch them next time!
Figgie Creamcheese, are you out there?
Curious to know your thoughts on Dorothy Parker vs. Edna St. Vincent Milay, and who made the better martini...
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