...but, um, I, there’s also an
idea that if you have a good poet almost everything he says
is interesting in some way, at least,
you know, in the sense of life’s work, you know,
everything you write is one huge
poem in some weird sense. I kind of like
that idea better.
—Jack Collom (during an “interview” with Reed Bye)
Now
that I have written
the
hundred thousand lines
you
never asked for, shall I:
a) perform them all
for you, right now,
from beginning to end;
b) expire; or
c) dutifully retreat back
into the Dog of Job?
Please
kindly respond within
five
seconds (unless you’d like
to
witness my attempt at choices
a, b, and c in
simultaneity!).
