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January 1, 2014

On Poesy and the Literary Disease Known as "Angelou"

To satisfy those pedants who think poems have to rhyme to be poems.

Tell it to Maya Angelou, suckas.
If she were writing of her love for Suzanne Sena,
She would be writing crap like:
"The tree spirit
suckels the river spirits nipple
As mother Africa
births another boulder.
Untamed spirit of feminine awareness!"

That crap doesn't rhyme.
And yet she is a poet.
I guess.
Ten Years of Nonsense: JackM's Epic Poems

Posted by gerardvanderleun at January 1, 2014 1:20 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings--it's the hemp seeds in the bird seed.

Posted by: Sam L. at January 3, 2014 11:10 AM

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