Posted by Jai Narayan on October 3, 2004, at 16:49:10
He wrote a series of books of poems.
I will share a poem with you from:
"Memoir of the Hawk" by James TateAn Afternoon in Hell
He cries awhile, for no apparent reason.
Sniffs, blows his nose. Then goes about his
business, stomp, pound, smash, crush, explode.
Then cries a little more, sob, blubber, bleat.
It's awful, he says. It's of no use. He throws
his chair through the window. It's a mess, he says.
The whole damed thing is useless. Now he's
really weeping, cascades, waterfalls, rivers.
I shouldn't bother, he says. It's a big miserable
waste of time. His wife walks in. Honey,
haven't you finished changing the baby yet?
Almost finished, he chirps.I just attended a Literary Festival where he read. There were about 50 people at this mornings reading. We were all laughing till our eyes were full of tears. Tears of laughter. Delightful.
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