Sunday, February 15, 2009

Being forced to listen to poetry on interminably long elevator rides

A great way to make people detest poetry.



RATING: 3%

8 comments:

laurie said...

Yikes. No thank you.

LoCo said...

At least after four days I can now recite my favorites (aka the worst ones) in an exaggerated reading voice.

Viking Andrew said...

Slight breeze from the West.
The call of Nantucket gulls.
I just farted bad.

laurie said...

Wow, it is like commentpalooza here at R3 tonight.

Viking Andrew said...

BTW, I'm sending that haiku to Gettysburg Review tomorrow.

DCP said...

Hey, you already won thousands of dollars for your haikus, buddy. Why aim for the Gettysburg Review when you could take Tin House by storm?

Viking Andrew said...

My haikus were great.
I spent the money on booze.
I'm an adjunct now.


Loco: How was AWP, anyway? See Ben P?

LoCo said...

Oh, no! I didn't even look for him. I forgot who he was, or that he existed.

It was pretty good. I liked Chicago more than I thought I would, and we brought in a lot of monies. Although at one point someone told me and my co-worker that we should sell cars. So clearly we were THAT good, or that annoying, or some successful combination of the two.