Undergrad

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All us sinners chummed like gulls a gaggle,
a scatter, cupping back Friday and Saturday
over stewed beef. Heady months-cum-years.
We struggled over our own motility and the
murphy bed, heavy and awkward. Where to
put our hands? Chimed the bereted snapper:
No oglers. Jump fists in. Shock and clobber. Slum-baked wood floors groaned, holding up

Comments

[artichaut_]

Adore the flow of words and the diction itself. Makes me think Ginsberg almost. Veryvery nice.

[shuck_spit]

Awww, thanks. But like I say, it looks like a total rip of Murray's poem. Unintentional, but I revisited him yesterday...

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Yeah -- I'm doing a reading on Wednesday. Maybe i'll drag this one out. I haven't thought *at all* about what I'm going to read though... Ottawa poet rob mclennan (editor of, among other things, the Ottawater 2 anthology I posted about awhile ago) sent out a notice about the reading on his listserv. Harrumph.

robmclennan.blogspot.com

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It seems like a particular feat. Poetry reading, that is. I'm sure I'll be exhausted, since the reading is at the end of a day with an intense 3 hr morning meeting, and the, erm, AGM in the afternoon. Maybe if I'm tired enough, nerves won't be a factor. Or maybe I'll be all nerves. Who knows?