Poet Sharon Mesmer sends us this dispatch about poetry in an unlikely place:
How often does poetry make the front page of the Wall Street Journal?
Poetry by LIVING poets, I mean? Say what you will about flarf (if,
indeed, you've said anything), but it has legs. And pizza kitties.
The article's title comes from a poem by flarf poet Rodney Koeneke. Why
the reporter didn't attribute the phrase to Rodney is a mystery, but
hey — it's poetry in the Wall Street Journal. It's FLARF poetry in the
Wall Street Journal. The piece mentions a few flarf poets by name, and
features a drawing of Gary Sullivan, and the online version includes an
entire poem by me, from my collection "Annoying Diabetic B—-." Yes,
that's how they ran the title. I know, I know: baby steps.
Thanks, Sharon.
— sdh