Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Tired Poetry

More AGNI #61.

An excerpt from a poem by Bennington prof Liam Rector (known affectionately by his students, I'm told, as "Liam Rectum").

"Of my boredom, its boredom
We made it back
To America, hitting

Shore at Boca Raton,
Pulling in midst the boats
Of the very, very rich.

I lived to write this
And never jumped ship
It was your kinship

Kept me going those years,
Times of ridiculous
Sailing, riotous fears.

Wives sailed by,
So many boats, and you soon
Left for Bangkok and its

Very distant coast.
Being young: being rich
Among inherited ruins."

(In this case it sounds like the inherited ruins are in the status quo world of literature.)

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