Poetry Machine? Ewwy. As illegitimate as I may feel, I'm sometimes glad I don't have any of my hands in/on any sort of machine. Of course, I don't have my hands in much of anything, consequently.Let's do a project or something. Let's go back to sending poems back and forth. :-) Those kinds of machinations are less ugly, bleak, unattractive and depressing.Also, when I'm despairing about poetry, I take a break and search for a novel to knock my socks off—and then I superficially toy with the idea of writing a novel.
Thanks for the link to Nester's comments. Lifshin most certainly is an interesting figure.
A.D,It does sound gross doesn't it? And sending those poems to each other was fun, we should do it again. You go first! xoMy pleasure, Sam.
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