Apr. 7th, 2008

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BTW, it's National Poetry Month. I didn't know that this was in April.

April kinda is the cruelest month. Also? It's the month I was born in. Although I was damn near born in May because I was overdue as a child. Luckily, my mother has forgiven me for this, but I think that if I had held out for Cinco de Mayo, I'd probably still be grounded or something like that.

So, here I am, purging myself of more poetry. I feel the need to do it, not so much because I think other people will even pay attention or like it. Not because I think I'll get some recognition or that I intend ever to publish poetry, but because I need to know I'm fearless enough to do let it out into the world. Even though I know that, like the tag says, This Can't End Well.

Although just to balance out the rancid taste of amateurism, I may post poetry from poets who don't suck. I'd post ee cummings on the spot, but the thought of having to html format the damn thing scares me. I love ee cummings, but he must be a nightmare to transfer to digital format. I can't imagine how the typesetters felt about him back in the day.

poem: Neither eyes nor tears to shed )

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