I just received an email--an email so encouraging that even 60s Jesus would not have found himself capable of it--informing me that VQR wishes to accept three poems for a future issue!!!
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No, seriously: one of our readers wants to be your friend. Thing is, you're a hotshot VQR author now, so you can just tell her to piss off, because you have too many friends as it is.
So I heard; you have no idea how tempted I was to throw the whole beautiful email up here for posterity. In fact, the first draft of this post read in its entirety: HA HA CITY OF MY ANONYMITY A POWERFUL GODZILLA JUST STOMPED YOU FULL OF GLORY.
Convey my intrigue to this mystery reader of yours!
All I can say is it's about time. You are an outstanding poet and someone (besides Chelsea and ALC) finally figured it out. Hooray for VQR for their exquisite taste in poetry.
Unless Muldoon is at the helm, it seems Chuck Wright, wistful Tennessean, Persuaded Alice Quinn he wasn’t just Strummin’ on the old banjo, no, and come Was not the slime a beam of sunlight Gambled on for fun, but a charm From a bygone realm of Memphis Sidewalk craps, seven come eleven, Et cetera, the then and now too precious In Chuck's metaphysics to be touched,
But ever-sealed in Saran-wraps Of southern delicacy’s condoms of dignity. What strikes me is the Charlottesville Connection, how the mysterious wad Tricia shot exploded in a rainbow which, lo! Eliminated chance and landed in the VQR’s Caldron of gold! Now she’s so successful A celebrity, I hope she won’t abandon The trust of her bewildered blog babies, Some of us still blind as kittens.
9 comments:
No, seriously: one of our readers wants to be your friend. Thing is, you're a hotshot VQR author now, so you can just tell her to piss off, because you have too many friends as it is.
So I heard; you have no idea how tempted I was to throw the whole beautiful email up here for posterity. In fact, the first draft of this post read in its entirety: HA HA CITY OF MY ANONYMITY A POWERFUL GODZILLA JUST STOMPED YOU FULL OF GLORY.
Convey my intrigue to this mystery reader of yours!
All I can say is it's about time. You are an outstanding poet and someone (besides Chelsea and ALC) finally figured it out. Hooray for VQR for their exquisite taste in poetry.
Your pal Whimsy.
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Unless Muldoon is at the helm, it seems
Chuck Wright, wistful Tennessean,
Persuaded Alice Quinn he wasn’t just
Strummin’ on the old banjo, no, and come
Was not the slime a beam of sunlight
Gambled on for fun, but a charm
From a bygone realm of Memphis
Sidewalk craps, seven come eleven,
Et cetera, the then and now too precious
In Chuck's metaphysics to be touched,
But ever-sealed in Saran-wraps
Of southern delicacy’s condoms of dignity.
What strikes me is the Charlottesville
Connection, how the mysterious wad
Tricia shot exploded in a rainbow which, lo!
Eliminated chance and landed in the VQR’s
Caldron of gold! Now she’s so successful
A celebrity, I hope she won’t abandon
The trust of her bewildered blog babies,
Some of us still blind as kittens.
Thank you, sweet Whimsy.
Anonymous! Welcome home! And speaking of blog babies, do I have a surprise for YOU.
I agree. It's time your genius is recognized. Hoo!
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Rebecca! You sneeze goodwill, and I say bless you.
Oh yes and! We're going to be in Many Mountains Moving together, what sweet sororitude.
I know. That fact made me spin around and dance crazy like I had goblins in my pants.
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