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Poetry Friday

this kind of fire

sometimes I think the gods deliberately keep pushing me into the fire just to hear me yelp a few good lines.

they just aren’t going to let me retire silk scarf about neck giving lectures at Yale.

the gods need me to entertain them.

they must be terribly bored with all [...]

YOU

You create poetry by simply standing in the afternoon rain, cigarette dangling from a crooked smile.

Some of us have to work harder at this kind of thing.

— William Taylor Jr., American poet based in San Francisco

… as did Denver’s Railbenders, who were playing their first show in Salt Lake City.

Wonder how long it will take for me to ditch the cigarette smell? Wonder which will be worse … the cigarette or vodka hangover?