Most of the greatest poets it seems really are assholes. I believe poets to be highly opinionated egotists bent of displaying to the audience the poets view, almost a forced voyeurism, of not only the world the poet occupies but the audience that reads them as well. As a poet you must be ballsy and arrogant to even consider participating in the art as an adult as a serious pursuit I mean to say.
hand some women a banana
and they eat it.
Hand it others
and they masturbate on the spot.
off the cuff.
but most would talk.
about it, indefinitely
meanwhile, I’ll
sleep as sound as poet
in post
coital recreation
aftermath.
– I wrote this – just now.
most of the above was written in response to comment on Jack Gilbert (poet) being an asshole when I just started writing the thing about the banana. I don’t know really where the fuck this one came from but I like it. I hope tomorrow when I wake up sometime mid-morning that it still holds – they don’t always ya know.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 
say something