Tuesday, September 16, 2008

8-word poem

It's always
Time for
The belt
And rafters!

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3 Comments:

Blogger Lodo Grdzak said...

Can't say I like that one too much, though maybe Im not supposed to. I'll wait till the next one and check back tomorrow.

6:49 PM  
Blogger Steve Caratzas said...

Lodo,

I appreciate all feedback, good or bad. I wasn't quite sure what I was trying to do with this one, and you know how it is when you're a writer: sometimes you write stuff you don't like.

The whole David Foster Wallace thing has been sort of getting to me, I guess. This despite the fact that I've only read some of his shorter pieces, and really don't know a lot about him.

I did watch some interviews online and found him to be quite an engaging guy. So, the situation is sad, and in my punky fashion I thought to make a preemptive strike - against what or whom (the Grim Reaper?) I can't say.

Good idea/Bad idea? Yes.

Thanks for reading, though.

10:47 PM  
Blogger Lodo Grdzak said...

Yeah, I definitely got the Wallace connection there. Guy went out like a writer thats for sure, and that's too bad. Suicide's a bit of a sensitive issue for me these days. And Wallace's really bummed me out. But hey, you can't shut down the creativity--he certainly wouldn't have. Sardonically funny motherfucker he was on top of being a genius. Chris Potter's playing at The Village Vanguard this week. If you've never seen him, he;s got a hot band.

7:24 AM  

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