and so prolific too. His books of verse
are beautifully printed; the reverse
of our small print run pamphlets.Where's the harm
in that? Nice typeface, every little stitch
in place, a nice production job thanks to
his publisher. But it's so sad when you
Actually read his clumsy verses which
are witless, idiotic, countryfied,
verse with straw in its hair, a snotty nose.
But when he talks about it, you'd suppose
it great. He really would be mortified
if he knew what I think. To me this seems
a lesson in remembering motes and beams.
