Dana Gioia at the End of the World

Dying animals impersonating books are tiresome.
Some tortoises and Kings are pathologically slow to Die.
Discount everything or nothing by the clever arrangement
and use of ladders of semiotics in your conversations with yourself.

Pretend your life and/or your blog is a great Petronian feast.
Ignore the fact that our Arbiter Elegantiarum
ultimately trimmed himself (at Neronian behest) like an arboretum.

Poetic scientists are cloning Wittgensteinian mice
somewhere in North Carolina right now (thanks
to Dana Gioia's funding through the N.E.A.)

They are able to write L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E poems and flarf
by pushing levers.

They generally prefer Oulipan methods but the lab outlawed this.

Some renegade/recombinant strains of mice had to be euthanized due to aesthetic non-compliance.

I let my subscription to Poets & Writers lapse
sometime in the early eighties because the title of the magazine

is confusing taxonomy and appears to be a slight.

This was pointed out to me by the genetically-altered mice.

One of the genetically-altered mice said it better than I could:

"I don't mind Darwin when it comes to biological evolution so much,

but when it comes to blogs I'm a Creationist."