A NEW YORK MINUTE OF POO.....

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Many moons ago I had a brief E-mail conversation with
FaerieKat about a poem I had just read in the newspaper…
Every time I read it all I could think was WTF?...This is a great piece of writing?...It doesn’t rhyme,, it has no cadence,, and its
not a Haiku…So I had to call in the Navy expert…I don’t like
calling in the Navy cuz they all wear funny white bellbottom pants,,
and we all know that the Navy is just there to support the real
fighting Joes,, the Marines…And to keep their toy boats all
nicely painted grey…She explained that it was the type of poem
that delights NY bat cape wearing snippy critics like in the
New Yorker…Mainly because it confuses them and so they think
it must be a masterpiece…It has to be a masterpiece,, and far above
their heads in meaning,, otherwise common folk like you and me
would get it…I still don’t…And its been swishing around in my
cob web filled upper storage room for months now…So I decided to let you all have a look at it…Tell me what you think…I think it’s a con job by the author…It has only 29 words and only seven lines…
It’s a ‘MASTERPIECE’ piece of random poo…


Here it is,, just as I found it….

I stand alone at the foot
Of my father's grave,
Trembling to tell:
The door to the granary is open,
Sir,
And someone lost the bucket
To the well.

By William Kloefhorn (Nebraska state poet)
retyped exactly as I found it.....

Posted in column 'American Life in Poetry" (1-27-08)
Ted Kooser (US poet lauerate 2004-2006)

If this is 'great poetry',, no wonder I don't read poems...

I also wrote one of my own,, it took about 30 seconds…


MY HIGHBROW NY POEM’E…………

I stand on a chair
Gaze down
Extent full of darkness
Tang of spaghetti
A pallid bell jar for me
Twisting revolving left and right

Down onto covered earth
Past a scenery for three
Oh if only I could identify
Click,, I am God

I should be getting a call from the Pulitzer prize committee
any time now………