"The other poets were either hornrimmed intellectual hepcats with wild black hair like Alvah Goldbrook, or delicate pale handsome poets like Ike O'Shay (in a suit), or out-of-this world genteel-looking Renaissance Italians like Francis Dapavia (who looks like a young priest), or bow-tied wild-haired old anarchist fuds like Rheinhold Cacoethes, or big fat bespectacled booboos like Warren Coughlin."
What? Not a pusillanimous pussyfooter, a nattering nabob of negativism, or a hopeless, hysterical hypochondriac of history to be found among this effete corps of impudent snobs who characterize themselves as intellectuals.?
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