tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post116129245821191021..comments2024-02-17T01:47:17.207-08:00Comments on Emperor of Ice-Cream Cakes: Poems Are Jokes: I Want to See Somebody Smash a Little Cake into John Berryman's Face; So, Probably, Would Wallace Stevens: Day EighteenPatricia Lockwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054871173880967520noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post-1161496211734657232006-10-21T22:50:00.000-07:002006-10-21T22:50:00.000-07:00I think it's ectoplasm, which is a kind of spiritu...I think it's ectoplasm, which is a kind of spiritual jizz that takes the place of a person's "corporeal presence" after they are dead. Tony did well to include it here.Patricia Lockwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05054871173880967520noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34876486.post-1161493616556120612006-10-21T22:06:00.000-07:002006-10-21T22:06:00.000-07:00I love the soul's black oozeI love the soul's black oozeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com