Monday, February 16, 2009

A Secret Book


I met this poet underway in Chicago. His poems are reflective of another man's poems; poems he finds to be terrible. An example of his work:

yeah that’s his shtick
hot carls, dirty boys
and nasty dicks.

Although he does seem to have a rather concise style and simplistic view, I find him to be somewhat befuddling. I find that often such poets evolve into grand playwrights. One example may be Bert Brecht, someone who has influenced me forever. His name? I have no idea. If I knew I would be able to support him, despite my confusion about his existence. Perhaps, one day we may all enjoy one of his shows. I hope he has the talent to succeed.

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