I've noticed a few things about myself lately:
1. Quatrains! Why all the quatrains???
2. I'm exhausted. By the quatrains.
3. I'll be reading this Friday in Brooklyn at Goodbye Blue Monday as a part of the Stain of Poetry Series (1087 Broadway). Are you coming?
4. Quatrains!!!! See below:
"Boris is dead. The fatalist parrot
No longer screams warnings to Avenue A.
He died last week on a rainy day.
He is sadly missed. His spirit was rare."
-Weldon Kees
Bosco is dead. The humanist parrot
No longer scre...
Published on April 28, 2010 04:56