20 Comments

1. August 8th, 2009 / 5:35 am Janey Smith—

   Do you think we can make this a class action suit? I need the money.

2. August 8th, 2009 / 1:35 am Janey Smith—

   Do you think we can make this a class action suit? I need the money.

3. August 8th, 2009 / 12:15 pm pr—

   Here is what kills me- the irony?- for lack of a better word right now, of poets being complete money grubbing sleazebags. When one thinks of poetry- and I am completely disabused of this thinking of course- one thinks of “heart” and “soul” and a certain…..goodness? Purity, emotion…And- the reality? My neighbor, a well published poet, makes her money being a scumbag divorce lawyer and also has a side business as a slumlord. And she walks around , thinking of herself, as a poet. She’s also a complete and utter bitch, who is incapable of even the most remote human kindness. But she’s a poet!!!!!

4. August 8th, 2009 / 5:03 pm michael james—

   zouch.

   poets are assholes.

   ‘cept me.

5. August 8th, 2009 / 1:03 pm michael james—

   zouch.

   poets are assholes.

   ‘cept me.

6. August 8th, 2009 / 5:09 pm Nathan (Nate) Tyree—

   I am proud to be both a poet and an asshole!

7. August 8th, 2009 / 1:09 pm Nathan (Nate) Tyree—

   I am proud to be both a poet and an asshole!

8. August 8th, 2009 / 5:13 pm pr—

   Ah, Nate, but do you take as much money as you can from poor African American retirees in Mississippi and never fix their broken plumbing? And do you make is possible for fathers to hide all of their earnings from the mothers of their children? And do you treat every person you meet with naked malice? I doubt it.

9. August 8th, 2009 / 1:13 pm pr—

   Ah, Nate, but do you take as much money as you can from poor African American retirees in Mississippi and never fix their broken plumbing? And do you make is possible for fathers to hide all of their earnings from the mothers of their children? And do you treat every person you meet with naked malice? I doubt it.

10. August 8th, 2009 / 7:38 pm Janey Smith—

    Totally. I agree with you pr.

    I wonder if things in the world would be different if poets had money or if poets didn’t have to worry about money? Money makes people–even “poets”–do weird things. But to come back to something else I noticed in your comment pr: Just what should be the expectations we should have of poets–or of people who call themselves poets–in a capitalist culture?

11. August 8th, 2009 / 3:38 pm Janey Smith—

    Totally. I agree with you pr.

    I wonder if things in the world would be different if poets had money or if poets didn’t have to worry about money? Money makes people–even “poets”–do weird things. But to come back to something else I noticed in your comment pr: Just what should be the expectations we should have of poets–or of people who call themselves poets–in a capitalist culture?

12. August 8th, 2009 / 5:31 pm pr—

    Well, my expectations of poets is the same as for all other people, and having spent time with family in Communist Germany, my expectations are the same for capitalists as for communists- I just wish they weren’t soullesss assholes. And some aren’t! And some are.

13. August 8th, 2009 / 10:27 pm Nathan (Nate) Tyree—

    naw. I’m more a garden variety pain in the ass sort of asshole

14. August 8th, 2009 / 6:27 pm Nathan (Nate) Tyree—

    naw. I’m more a garden variety pain in the ass sort of asshole

15. August 8th, 2009 / 10:38 pm Shya—

    I hope everybody wins.

16. August 8th, 2009 / 6:38 pm Shya—

    I hope everybody wins.

17. August 8th, 2009 / 11:26 pm pr—

    There will be winners and the winners will be the lawyers.

18. August 8th, 2009 / 7:26 pm pr—

    There will be winners and the winners will be the lawyers.

19. August 9th, 2009 / 2:03 am keith n b—

    blessed be the assholes, for no shit would go down without them. particularly the garden variety: they provide the best ruffage.

20. August 8th, 2009 / 10:03 pm keith n b—

    blessed be the assholes, for no shit would go down without them. particularly the garden variety: they provide the best ruffage.