But why was the elderly M. Doty so high up in the flowering chestnut, moaning like a cat? Slowly, hand over hand, handsome young fireman Stern climbed the ladder, towards the enigma.

  But why was the elderly M. Doty so high up in the flowering chestnut, moaning like a cat? Slowly, hand over hand, handsome young fireman Stern…


Yeah, said the bird-masked M. Share, Just suck on it you little piece of 90s poetry shit. The pendulum swung and swung: Oh, No, cried M. Hollander. Oh, No, No, No, No, No, No, No, No.

Yeah, said the bird-masked M. Share, Just suck on it you little piece of 90s poetry shit. The pendulum swung and swung: Oh, No, cried M. Hollander.…


“Are you ready?” said M. Killian, holding the hand of Mme Bellamy. “I’m ready,” said the latter. M. Killian put the pedal to the metal, and over they went, soaring gloriously, into the ancient canyon.

  “Are you ready?” said M. Killian, holding the hand of Mme Bellamy. “I’m ready,” said the latter. M. Killian put the pedal to the metal, and…


Said Amin, 24, Mansour, a poet, had his legs severed by Humvee gunner M. Allen, 24, Fargo, a poet, too. “Look at my feet there on the road!” cried M. Amin. Then he died.

 Said Amin, 24, Mansour, a poet, had his legs severed by Humvee gunner M. Allen, 24, Fargo, a poet, too. “Look at my feet there on the road!”…


Let’s protest the war, poets, said M. Hamill! 15,000 did. Messrs. Bernstein, Silliman, and Watten gave speeches, protesting the poets who protested. Irony.

 Let’s protest the war, poets, said M. Hamill! 15,000 did. Messrs. Bernstein, Silliman, and Watten gave speeches, protesting the poets who…


The SPD Staff Holiday Selection List has come out, for the month of December. Merry Christmas, Guantánamo poets, Good Luck to You and God Bless Everyone!

   The SPD Staff Holiday Selection List has come out, for the month of December. Merry Christmas, Guantánamo poets, Good Luck to You and…


In Saint-Denis, the handsome poet M. Hussein, who’d been tortured in Abu Ghraib, but survived to marry an American damsel, threw himself under a locomotive. His intestines were gathered up in a cloth.

   In Saint-Denis, the handsome poet M. Hussein, who’d been tortured in Abu Ghraib, but survived to marry an American damsel, threw himself…


The panelists at the MLA spoke in solemn tones about “The Meaning of Poetry Today.” Then they retired to the cash bar, Rm. 420, Hyatt Hotel, and began to network, in earnest.

   The panelists at the MLA spoke in solemn tones about “The Meaning of Poetry Today.” Then they retired to the cash bar, Rm. 420, Hyatt…


MFA poets Mlle Fournier, M. Vouin, M. Septeuil, of Providence, Buffalo, Irvine, hanged themselves: rejections, bad review, no review.

 MFA poets Mlle Fournier, M. Vouin, M. Septeuil, of Providence, Buffalo, Irvine, hanged themselves: rejections, bad review, no review. 


A miracle! In Asnières, by accident, she claims, Mme Myles discharged a 9mm, hitting M. Davis, seven times, in the heart. Saved by the book in his pocket: Poems by Pierre Reverdy.

 A miracle! In Asnières, by accident, she claims, Mme Myles discharged a 9mm, hitting M. Davis, seven times, in the heart. Saved by the book in…


To make a statement, outside the Metro, in Metz, the surrealist poet M. Joron fired many pistol shots, randomly, into a crowd. These days, poets will do anything for attention.

 To make a statement, outside the Metro, in Metz, the surrealist poet M. Joron fired many pistol shots, randomly, into a crowd. These days,…


Well, it seemed like a good idea… The dirigible Pegasus, of the Poetry Foundation, piloted by M. Share and M. Bienen, has been hit by a shoulder-fired missile, over Gloucester.

 Well, it seemed like a good idea… The dirigible Pegasus, of the Poetry Foundation, piloted by M. Share and M. Bienen, has been hit by a…


What?! Language poets perched on his wall?! With eight rounds, M. Hirschman sent them scampering, back to the Ecole Normale.

 What?! Language poets perched on his wall?! With eight rounds, M. Hirschman sent them scampering, back to the Ecole Normale. 


A little flying machine the color of lapis lazuli: M. Padgett, helmeted and goggled, climbed in. “I will fly, non-stop, from Oklahoma City to Tulsa!” Search parties are scouring the barren land.

 A little flying machine the color of lapis lazuli: M. Padgett, helmeted and goggled, climbed in. “I will fly, non-stop, from Oklahoma City to…


Is nothing sacred anymore!? In Poetry, to the general delight of the so-called post-avant, a portfolio of poems by Jack Spicer has appeared.

 Is nothing sacred anymore!? In Poetry, to the general delight of the so-called post-avant, a portfolio of poems by Jack Spicer has…


What do we mean, post-avant poets at Buffalo, that the abstract lyric is revenant of the Romantic? Mlle Ghazzi, 8, Rafah, her skin hanging in strips, earnestly awaits an answer.

 What do we mean, post-avant poets at Buffalo, that the abstract lyric is revenant of the Romantic? Mlle Ghazzi, 8, Rafah, her skin hanging in…