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<blockquote data-quote="bohemianbuzzed" data-source="post: 453641" data-attributes="member: 8435"><p>His best poetry collections were Burning In Water Drowning In Flames, and The Last Night Of The Earth Poems. My favorite from Burning was </p><p></p><p>a literary romance</p><p></p><p>I met her somehow through correspondence or poetry or magazines</p><p>and she began sending me very sexy poems about rape and lust,</p><p>and this being mixed in with a minor intellectualism</p><p>confused me somewhat and I got in my car and drove North</p><p>through the mountains and valleys and freeways</p><p>without sleep, coming off a drunk, just divorced,</p><p>jobless, aging, tired, wanting mostly to sleep</p><p>for five or ten years, I finally found the motel</p><p>in a small sunny town by a dirt road,</p><p>and I sat there smoking a cigarette</p><p>thinking, you must really be insane,</p><p>and then I got out an hour late</p><p>to meet my date; she was pretty damned old,</p><p>almost as old as I, not very sexy</p><p>and she gave me a very hard raw apple</p><p>which I chewed on with my remaining teeth;</p><p>she was dying of some unnamed disease</p><p>something like asthma, and she said,</p><p>I want to tell you a secret, and I said,</p><p>I know: you are a virgin, 35 years old.</p><p>and she got out a notebook, ten or twelve poems:</p><p>a life's work and I had to read them</p><p>and I tried to be kind</p><p>but they were very bad.</p><p>and I took her somewhere, the boxing matches,</p><p>and she coughed in the smoke</p><p>and kept looking around and around</p><p>at all the people</p><p>and then the fighters</p><p>clenching her hands.</p><p>you never get excited, do you? she asked.</p><p>but I got pretty excited in the hills that night,</p><p>and met her three or four more times</p><p>helped her with some of her poems</p><p>and she rammed her tongue halfway down my throat</p><p>but when I left her</p><p>she was still a virgin</p><p>and a very bad poetess.</p><p>I think that when a woman has kept her legs closed</p><p></p><p>for 35 years</p><p>it's too late</p><p>either for love</p><p>or for </p><p>poetry.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="bohemianbuzzed, post: 453641, member: 8435"] His best poetry collections were Burning In Water Drowning In Flames, and The Last Night Of The Earth Poems. My favorite from Burning was a literary romance I met her somehow through correspondence or poetry or magazines and she began sending me very sexy poems about rape and lust, and this being mixed in with a minor intellectualism confused me somewhat and I got in my car and drove North through the mountains and valleys and freeways without sleep, coming off a drunk, just divorced, jobless, aging, tired, wanting mostly to sleep for five or ten years, I finally found the motel in a small sunny town by a dirt road, and I sat there smoking a cigarette thinking, you must really be insane, and then I got out an hour late to meet my date; she was pretty damned old, almost as old as I, not very sexy and she gave me a very hard raw apple which I chewed on with my remaining teeth; she was dying of some unnamed disease something like asthma, and she said, I want to tell you a secret, and I said, I know: you are a virgin, 35 years old. and she got out a notebook, ten or twelve poems: a life's work and I had to read them and I tried to be kind but they were very bad. and I took her somewhere, the boxing matches, and she coughed in the smoke and kept looking around and around at all the people and then the fighters clenching her hands. you never get excited, do you? she asked. but I got pretty excited in the hills that night, and met her three or four more times helped her with some of her poems and she rammed her tongue halfway down my throat but when I left her she was still a virgin and a very bad poetess. I think that when a woman has kept her legs closed for 35 years it's too late either for love or for poetry. [/QUOTE]
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