Saturday, December 16, 2006

PC

No postings on here for over a week. I apologize. I was in San Francisco, where I rarely left Market St. Certainly a different SF experience for me.

Poets convened there. We didn't see anyone "famous"--no Foust, no Bob Hass and squeaky-voiced wife, no CLAY BANES or Jasper Bernes. Joseph Massey, Andrew Mister, and Betsy Wheeler, however, had a gay old time.

Emphasis on "gay." Can you say man-on-man erotic massage? I didn't participate, of course, but I did see Massey without his pants on.

The ghost of James Meetze floated through the trash-covered streets, caterwauling a newly brutal song.

All of this has nothing to do with the title of this post. Some have suggested that this blog's name is politically incorrect. Am I wrong to scoff at this suggestion? Weigh in in the comment box, please.

2 comments:

CLAY BANES said...

people fear the room retarded the way they fear the word bathroom. like a child's world where everything is a euphemism.

andy mr. said...

I find romance offensive.