(unless they look like James Spader)
Hi! It’s been over a month since Poetariat’s last dispatch, so here are some brief notes in lieu of anything substantial:
a) Smokehouse is working on what will be one of the greatest literary masterpieces of all time. You will see it if and when she decides you’re worthy of it.
b) I have been avoiding the Blog-O-Sphere (it sounds like a Devo song when you write it like that) due to my distaste for constant lovebombings in favor of deus ex machina chicagoensis. I was going to vote for Nader, who has captured the elusive yet all-important Druid vote, but then I heard that women will deny me access to the magical Skinner boxes between their legs for the next four to eight years if I do that! And naturally I believe that all civic choices should be made on a libidinal basis… which is why I voted for macho man Mike Gravel in the primary.
c) I haven’t written any worthwhile poetry lately (besides the title of this post), but soon I’ll probably post some other stuff I’ve been doing. I’ve been working on another one of my drawings, but maybe I’ll also serialize an album of music if I feel like it.