It happens every time I read works by members of the Academy of American Poets.
Suffered. They're really a loathsome bunch:
Axe grinders, babblers, hot-house avant-gardists,
I gritted my teeth as they read what they'd
Written. Not one of them heard any music
In words, nor did any of them understand
That they'd shamed me. They blinked at me
Stupidly, clearly offended, when I said,
“I'd like you to leave.”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-03-23 at 20:30
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Can't You People Call Yourselves Something Else?
The poets came. I invited them in. Then ISuffered. They're really a loathsome bunch:
Axe grinders, babblers, hot-house avant-gardists,
I gritted my teeth as they read what they'd
Written. Not one of them heard any music
In words, nor did any of them understand
That they'd shamed me. They blinked at me
Stupidly, clearly offended, when I said,
“I'd like you to leave.”
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 57 times
Written on 2021-03-23 at 20:30
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