Friday, October 20, 2006

 
I sent the following a couple of weeks ago to a guy who I learned had read a weighty biography of the poet, John Clare. -probably adding to his knowledge of Yours Truly as a light-weight buttmunch. My eldest daughter, a fan of the Southern "agrarian" and "refugee" poets will no doubt have the same take on the (slightly edited with a "-" and change in apostrophe)following if she happens to read it -for which my only defense is that it took only minutes to compose:

I prefer the B-52s "Planet Cla[i]re"....

Breath
Or: Clare Hair Of The Dog

Because I would not chop for Death,
He chopped an elm for me,
Kindled limbs in long-dead grass,
And noting ale on breath:
"You're headed for Eternity,
And smell like horses' ass."

by Emily Noughdickinmeagh

-don't think I had even heard of that "plow-boy" -there must be something I don't get- how he's regarded as a "poet's poet" - well, maybe a "model poet" -if the model is "Twiggy*."..
I'm not sure that I'll spend another 15 minutes on the guy.



*VERY subtle agrarian botanical malnutritional runway allusion here.