while pirate elvis sleeps off the hangover of all this rum-soaked fried peanut-butter and banana sandwiches, go read this essay by cat valente that will make you a better/smarter artist:
http://www.jeffvandermeer.com/2008/07/29/have-i-ever-told-you-about-my-lovehate-relationship-with-confessional-poetry/
Also, go pick up a book of hers. They're all good. The Orphan's Tales are especially caramel-coated in robot/manticore/popess goodness.
Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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It posted too early again. That was a great essay though. Makes perfect sense too. I don't write poetry anymore but I used to and therefore I can definitely relate. Plus people that suffer or have suffered are better writers. She's right, readers are sadists.
Wait, is that rum-soaked sandwich or rum-soaked bananas? Seems like a rum-soaked sandwich would just be soggy, but bananas...yum!
Oh, and nice link. Heh.
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