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All poetry should be like this: The opening lines make you feel like you're going to DIE if you don't read the rest.
Shawn Lynn Walker - God bless her - has now my two favorite opening lines, beating Eliot's "Let us go then..." and Wallace Steven's "Among twenty snowy mountains...".
Shall we proceed? Good. I introduce you to this poem called "Pirouette Du Vache" (I kid you not), which begins with this solemn statement:
"I have often aspired to be the sudden leap
of a cow."
Now *tell* me you don't wanna read the rest. I'll wait.
And just when we thought we were safe, Shawn strikes again with "Chapbook Winners", which reads: "theres a war going on
in my vagina"
Poetry. can be fun. I'm just saying. |
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