Notes from a p0etry reading. ONe of the worst poems ever, transcribed by me in nearly indecipherable handwriting. I will not reveal the poet's name. Imagine it read in that fakey poet-voice of transfiguration, agony and ecstasy. The actual poem was quite long - pages and pages - and was about her bad marriage, in which she has hot sex, her husband beats her up once in a while, she's bored, they had some kind of badness that might have been a miscarriage or crib death or infant murder. [quite disturbing.] Then they had hot sex again and sat before the fire sipping martinis and looking over their stock portfolio. Here's the distilled essence of bad poetry:
Pain.
My oxygen -
Reality -
Significance -
Start all over.
Hope.
Addiction.
I CAN say no.
TIME.
Minutes pass...
MISCONCEPTION.
The little body -
blue -
SECRETS.
And life goes on...
Eternal hope,
Eternal hatred.
A hot bath.
BUNNY SLIPPERS.
Ha! That's hilarious.
Posted by: Jo | December 22, 2004 at 09:05 PM
Does she have a book published yet? That's so perfect it breaks my fat heart into a million black pieces.
Posted by: zellar | December 23, 2004 at 09:27 AM