from Six Gallery Press.
I was asked to write a blurb for this (something which I actually hate doing, as I really don't like blurbs) and I see it was used in its entirety.
I figured they would cull from it, and now I see I may have written the longest blurb in the history of poetry.
It's like another book sewn onto the back of her book.
I think I am going to contact Guinness later today to see if this merits inclusion.
Also, the poet dedicated a copy to me with a very strange comment about corn.
I actually find the dedication rather horripilating.
I'm hoping I'm not supposed to take umbrage at that, as it's Saturday, and I rarely take umbrage on Saturday because I'm going to be going out, and umbrage just gets annoying if you have to lug it around. Sort of like an umbrella.
It's no fun schlepping with either umbrage or an umbrella. Or (horrors!) both.
But maybe I should anyway, just to be secure.
Anyway, pick it up. It has a lot of poems you'll like.
How do I know?
Well I'm psychic like that.
I'm your psychic sidekick.
I'm the reason you put that gay little extra seat on the side of your motorcycle.
(You're crazy if you think I'm gonna ride in that....it's the bitch seat or nothing.)
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You make horripilating sound like a bad thing. All I'm saying is I know how much you like the corn - who doesn't? You got your creamed corn, your corn on the cob, your sweet corn, your yellow corn, your canned corn...whoa, maybe that week in Savannah (Gump territory) affected my thinking. I was going to send the corn with the book, but feared the book would've been upstaged. It's a very special can of corn.
((((Dana)))))
(((Corn))))
I like Bernadette Mayer's poem, "Corn."
I used to have it memorized.
Now I'm not sure whether I still do or not.
The lines are floating in my mind right now like a child's plastic toys on the surface of a small round inflatable pool.
"Corn from Delft is good for elves" is my favorite line in the poem.
S'truth.
Deja vu circa 2/5/2008!
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