Dense cloud cover for the last
week
The sun has forsaken
us
The only color is
Lead
Someone hand me an acetylene
torch
I'm going to cut the roof off this
bitch
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Poetry should be fun. We're not here to write pretty. We're here to rip shit up.
Another Night At the Poetry Office
About Me
- David Oppegaard
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
14 comments:
You an Am have such different styles. Sartre and de Beauvoir, except more like Bukowski, and, I don't know, Marianne Moore.
Funny, the first time I read Bukowski I thought to myself, "hey, this guy writes poetry like I would, if I wrote poetry." Not to say we have the same views, sensabilties, etc...
I hadn't read any of Viney's poetry before I invited her to start this blog with me, but I could tell by her prose writing that we'd compliment each other in a good way. She'd be the beauty to my beast, if you will.
I'm still fishing around for some other poet friends to sporadically post poems, too. I imagined this blog as a collective, a sort of co-op against some of the crap they publish in the New Yorker with a straight face.
Do poets even have friends? I thought they just had people close who didn't really understand them.
Of course, you're a poet now. What's it like?
Hmmm. You're right. Suddenly no one really "gets" me.
No. Wait. My whole freakish existence has been like that. Nevermind.
Maybe you were a poet and didn't know it.
Being a poet is like being that kid in school who had to wear a strap on his glasses; you just sort of stumble through life, occasionally awakening from your lush inner world to look around you, blinking, wondering what's so funny and why is everyone looking at you and laughing.
Hey, wait. Now that's me.
Kelly, you have the heart of a poet. And the unmistakable air of a kid with strap-on glasses.
Wow, poets sound like reclusive versions of me who haven't latched on to their superiority complex yet!
Dave, I really like your poetic rhythm. Within the next couple of weeks I'm going to draw my vision of the yodeling tornadoe and send it to you guys (and girls, Am, but I group girls with guys whenever I say "you guys", as most people should).
Don't you hate spelling errors/typos where you can't fix them?
Don't worry about spelling, Jimi. When I blog I spell badly...
Have you ever seen a tornado in person? Viney lives in tornado alley, and here in MN, especially flat South Central MN where I grew up, we get them every summer. I saw one once at a distance, and that was enough for me. It was huge, a black wall of darkness that ravaged the town of St. Peter, MN.
I have never seen a tornado, something for which I am profoundly grateful.
Actually, Mobile is not too bad for the twisters; where I grew up, in Jasper, Alabama, is ripped to shit by them almost monthly. Mobile just has mind-wrenching hurricanes. I really didn't think anything could be as scary as a tornado, but hurricanes are almost it.
I've had a nightmare about a tornado once. It wasn't pleasant, so I imagine the real thing would scare the bejesus out of me. Wait. I don't have any bejesus in me anyway ^_^;;;
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