tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117627891523667640.post5177759068741641874..comments2023-08-02T04:56:49.094-04:00Comments on ampersand seven: #38Therese Coxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07516328708322780202noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117627891523667640.post-70040954072370953982009-12-07T02:55:53.707-05:002009-12-07T02:55:53.707-05:00Security guards rank up there with Mrs-have-a-chat...Security guards rank up there with Mrs-have-a-chat.Juliehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09513648613788716017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117627891523667640.post-36949618769704472532009-02-07T13:57:00.000-05:002009-02-07T13:57:00.000-05:00Jackie, I know what you mean. There's something a...Jackie, I know what you mean. There's something about the stuff that's scribbled on napkins and envelopes and scraps that appeals to me, too. Frank O'Hara, whose poetry I love, wrote almost exclusively this way: in scraps on breaks from his job at the Met. <BR/><BR/>And trust me, when a security guard reaches up to the top shelf of a locker, the LAST thing you're expecting him to take down is an envelope of poetry.Therese Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07516328708322780202noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117627891523667640.post-64721245941203929492009-02-07T01:42:00.000-05:002009-02-07T01:42:00.000-05:00I wish all poetry could be pulled out of yellow en...I wish all poetry could be pulled out of yellow envelopes like that or else found on bits of old napkins or something. Poetry loses something for me when it's typed out neatly in published books. How Bohemian of me, I know.<BR/><BR/>dhytop (a table setting prepared especially for nuns on high holy days.)Jackiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02049441039504745936noreply@blogger.com