a dialogue

"i love it when it rains here...Riverside Park looks like England"

"of course it does..isn't everything England to you? you Union Jack Whore"

"anyway, its poetic, right? i mean look...one could write 'the rain. the trees. green. children laugh, the women watch, the earth is. still.' or you know, some bs like that and then if some one like Oprah reads it and recommends it because its simple and poignant and 'genius' in its sparse prose or some crap like that..."

"well why don't you do that then? i mean, you have stacks of the crap right?"

"yeah, man...remember when i had black hair and cried all the time? that was beyond....but anyway, nobody publishes poetry anymore. unless you're sick or dying or had a near death experience or you're a kid whose sick and dying or handicapped and then somehow 'poetry' is acceptable and 'inspirational' and a 'testament to the human spirit'"

"ah, the human spirit, its a tricky little devil now isn't it...it gets to be really popular around christmas and the super bowl..."