A STRANGER OCEAN
IN A STRANGER OCEAN THAN I WISHED*
What do the Po Mo’s want from me?
They say it is: tres bourgeois to sit down
and write poetry
plotless bastards archivists treacherous avant-gardists
By the end of the class I was alone The group
disappeared two by two when I extolled the
virtues of meaning One woman ran for the door
shouting over her shoulder: My bird whistle is not
a craft item You lyrical bitch! (true-story)
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Winter 2013
*Barbara Guest Parachutes My Love Could Carry Us Higher 1957
(decidedly NOT a Post Modernist)
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