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2002-06-23 - 6:20 p.m. |
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America, I can't stand my own mind. 10 points to the first to correctly identify the author of the above in my guestbook. 15 points if you've never signed the guestbook before. Ugh. But it's true. I am frustrated and sick of everything that is coming out of my head. Every word, every line, every attempt at a poem. I need a brain cleansing, a mind enema. Flush out the old words, the old way of putting the words together, the old syntax, the old tired ideas. Goo! Ba! Flam! Draaacma! Ah fuck it. You know what? Today I say to hell with the fair use copyright boogidy boo. Here, in its entirety, is William Matthews's "Another Beer." I feel exactly like this poem. Another Beer The first one was for the clock Dear William Matthews. Dear dead William Matthews. I love you so. As penance for posting your whole poem even though it's against the law I command those with the means and inclination to go here and buy your Selected Poems & Translations, one of the best damned books in the world, I imagine. |
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